"Warden Serra!" No disguising Myr's delight at encountering in the flesh one of the friends he so lately made over the communication crystals. (And what a strange way to make friends that is, though he's hardly about to complain about their utility.)
He marks his place along the wall he's been following with a different sort of glyph before turning toward Inessa and Garahel. The latter is cause for some mild internal consternation on Myr's part; he's read about mabari but certainly never thought to encounter one in the flesh. Uh... "Hello, Garahel," he says, feeling a little strange to be greeting a dog. "It's good to meet you, as well. I hope we'll get along."
While most of him's dead certain the stories exaggerated the famed mabari intelligence, a tiny part argues convincingly he ought to err on the side of caution. They're big dogs, after all, and who knows what an unhappy one could do to a small elf.
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He marks his place along the wall he's been following with a different sort of glyph before turning toward Inessa and Garahel. The latter is cause for some mild internal consternation on Myr's part; he's read about mabari but certainly never thought to encounter one in the flesh. Uh... "Hello, Garahel," he says, feeling a little strange to be greeting a dog. "It's good to meet you, as well. I hope we'll get along."
While most of him's dead certain the stories exaggerated the famed mabari intelligence, a tiny part argues convincingly he ought to err on the side of caution. They're big dogs, after all, and who knows what an unhappy one could do to a small elf.