Indeed they do seem to be endless, which makes precious little sense. Solas casts a glance around the corridor, looking and listening for signs of approach yet he sees and hears nothing. Perhaps they can afford a few moments for conversation.
"I was not aware that so many lived in the mansion," he says mildly, arching an eyebrow. "Yet the number of these Infected suggest a veritable civilization living beneath the basement."
The creatures burn easily enough. And from the accounts of those who've tussled with them physically, it sounds as if they are real. Yet the numbers pose a problem. "Are we quite certain they are real and not simply a very effective illusion?"
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"I was not aware that so many lived in the mansion," he says mildly, arching an eyebrow. "Yet the number of these Infected suggest a veritable civilization living beneath the basement."
The creatures burn easily enough. And from the accounts of those who've tussled with them physically, it sounds as if they are real. Yet the numbers pose a problem. "Are we quite certain they are real and not simply a very effective illusion?"