[ Trahearne watches Syrlya leap down and--it's fine. It's fine. He's done this a million times before, it isn't as though Mordremoth itself is waiting for him down there, he's fine, he's fine.
And so he lands gracefully onto the pile of leaves, second flesh golem arriving not far behind. The bear's voice causes him to whip his head around, regard the cub, and put his hands up in a show of peace. ]
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And so he lands gracefully onto the pile of leaves, second flesh golem arriving not far behind. The bear's voice causes him to whip his head around, regard the cub, and put his hands up in a show of peace. ]
Oh! I'm sorry. Have we disturbed you?