[This isn't at all what Jon had in mind. He'd thought Festival could teleport wherever he wanted, not... does he have to get his bearings every few miles? He lets himself be pulled, stumbling as he again attempts to sort out where they are in relation to where they're going.]
That-that way.
[He points a little to the left of where Festival is pointing. This is the worst way to be a supernatural GPS, honestly.]
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That-that way.
[He points a little to the left of where Festival is pointing. This is the worst way to be a supernatural GPS, honestly.]