466 >Syb: shake off the wet from your feathers

You shake off all the wet from your feathers in a dance that would appease the gods, if you believed in any.

A lot of the wet gets onto the ground and walls, some of it onto the deadbox, and a few select droplets of wet get onto your flame.  Not enough to dowse it, but enough to make a soothing crackle.

*pop*

The fire makes as you dewet yourself.

Steam plums off of the fire after the drying.

>Syb: Go somewhere else in this mausoleum