That made him laugh, full and hearty, and he notched another arrow.
"Alright, alright. Come on. There's a hill near here that I saw a few rams
grazing on the other day - they're a little easier of a shot, and you can
reclaim your dignity," the last was said with that loving teasing still,
before he started to scuffle down the rock to the forest floor.
The mention of ram instantly conjures up thoughts of a wild mutton stew, something that Abelath knows would go down far better with the clan than a handful of berries and one measly mushroom. Happily he follows Gavin's path down the stone face with steps far lighter than one would suppose for an elf so uncharacteristically tall and broadly built. He hefts the heavy longbow over one shoulder and falls in to step beside his fellow archer.
"Have you heard? They say there's a possessed ram around here. With a demon inside it, apparently."
Abelath laughs briefly, wholly unconcerned but deeply amused by the idea.
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That made him laugh, full and hearty, and he notched another arrow.
"Alright, alright. Come on. There's a hill near here that I saw a few rams grazing on the other day - they're a little easier of a shot, and you can reclaim your dignity," the last was said with that loving teasing still, before he started to scuffle down the rock to the forest floor.
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"Have you heard? They say there's a possessed ram around here. With a demon inside it, apparently."
Abelath laughs briefly, wholly unconcerned but deeply amused by the idea.
"Let's avoid that one, shall we?"