“Nice people are the worst,” Ari grumbled, tucking the god-cane under his arm to read the braille with his fingers. “Most I know this thing can blow me up or something. Hey, God of Cane, can I even do magic? Do I need like magic blood or years of study or something?”<br/><br/>He turned in the direction he heard the carriage leave. “Let’s see, nice person did say they were heading into town, right?” he muttered to himself as he started walking, sweeping the cane in wide arcs to feel out the path before him. “Well, at least I still have my body. And I have a built-in tour guide, so it’s not all bad,” he murmurs under his breath, lifting his head to breathe in the breeze sweeping through. “... oh, what am I talking about, I’m going to miss all the comebacks. And I may never dab again. This sucks.”<br/><br/>Then he reconsidered. “Unless... I can<span style="font-style: italic">start</span>the dab in this new world... and let it take over...”