[He nods and follows, keeping an eye out as they go, since being ambushed is not one of his favorite things. Very far down the list. But between the two of them, he is actually fairly confident that anything that happens along can be handled -- which honestly is a good deal of optimism from him.]
We must be close. I can smell it. ...the cinnamon, not.. [A vague gesture. But hey since they're making their way through.] There is writing on your scarf. No language I recognize, but...
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[He nods and follows, keeping an eye out as they go, since being ambushed is not one of his favorite things. Very far down the list. But between the two of them, he is actually fairly confident that anything that happens along can be handled -- which honestly is a good deal of optimism from him.]
We must be close. I can smell it. ...the cinnamon, not.. [A vague gesture. But hey since they're making their way through.] There is writing on your scarf. No language I recognize, but...
[It looked vaguely magical and he's so curious.]