[As they chatter over which roles to play without having filled anything out at all, their candle flames flicker a little, and they'll get the sense that their audience is growing somewhat impatient. The atmosphere is a little unpleasant, actually. Meteion's sword is focused but doesn't seem worried, and Prompto's still feels right at home. There's a sense of urgency for all three, even so.
They'll get the feeling that this is indeed a script, or the bones of a story long-past, and it's up to them to fill out what's missing and bring the tale to life. They can narrate or act it out as they see fit, but the unseeing eyes of the audience are watching and perhaps waiting to judge.]
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They'll get the feeling that this is indeed a script, or the bones of a story long-past, and it's up to them to fill out what's missing and bring the tale to life. They can narrate or act it out as they see fit, but the unseeing eyes of the audience are watching and perhaps waiting to judge.]