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It’s almost as if Nate doesn’t hear the agonized cries from the labyrinth, for all he reacts to them. ”All we can trust is what we can see. It’s probably just to psyche us out.” He’s quick to agree with Isla, to soothe any worries before they rear up.
”Good idea.” Not that here’s any indication if he means the gauze or the squirrel. ”I’ll take the front.” Theres no hesitation in the response, in the way Nate grabs the end of the bandage and ties it to his belt, twisting once he’s sure it’s secure to take the sword and sheath off his back and press it into Edwyn’s empty hands.
Unsheathing Sunjata’s daggers, Nate steps into the labyrinth, trying to follow the apparently fluid thirsty squirrel.
Nate hands Edwyn Flametounge, ties the gauze to himself, and takes point heading into the Labyrinth
”Good idea.” Not that here’s any indication if he means the gauze or the squirrel. ”I’ll take the front.” Theres no hesitation in the response, in the way Nate grabs the end of the bandage and ties it to his belt, twisting once he’s sure it’s secure to take the sword and sheath off his back and press it into Edwyn’s empty hands.
Unsheathing Sunjata’s daggers, Nate steps into the labyrinth, trying to follow the apparently fluid thirsty squirrel.
Nate hands Edwyn Flametounge, ties the gauze to himself, and takes point heading into the Labyrinth
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