Garrot sighs, his drug-addled mind making him seem more wistful than exhausted. Truth be told, he doesn't want to be here. But he needs to keep them safe.
"I'm fine." Though he still sounds chipper, there's a sharp edge to his words. There's a pit, a thin walkway, no guardrails, Luka's blind, and he's high... with poor balance. "I don't know how much sleep I'll get tonight." The words are surprisingly... dry given his mood.
But suddenly, he lets go of Gyre and recalls his cane. And a moment later, he's... dropped down on all fours?
"I'm not walking that!" There's a snarky little laugh as he says it; he's not stupid. Then, a long spool of fine rope, a mockup of his favorite brand for the bedroom, appears in one hand. "And neither are you, Princess! Your steed awaits!" For emphasis, he slaps his own behind and then locks his eyes onto Gyre's.
"Your other Knight will get you nice and safe, and then he'll watch our asses the whole way across in case something goes wrong." Finally, Garrot tosses some of the rope towards Gyre. Wild elf hermit better be able to tie good knots...
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"I'm fine." Though he still sounds chipper, there's a sharp edge to his words. There's a pit, a thin walkway, no guardrails, Luka's blind, and he's high... with poor balance. "I don't know how much sleep I'll get tonight." The words are surprisingly... dry given his mood.
But suddenly, he lets go of Gyre and recalls his cane. And a moment later, he's... dropped down on all fours?
"I'm not walking that!" There's a snarky little laugh as he says it; he's not stupid. Then, a long spool of fine rope, a mockup of his favorite brand for the bedroom, appears in one hand. "And neither are you, Princess! Your steed awaits!" For emphasis, he slaps his own behind and then locks his eyes onto Gyre's.
"Your other Knight will get you nice and safe, and then he'll watch our asses the whole way across in case something goes wrong." Finally, Garrot tosses some of the rope towards Gyre. Wild elf hermit better be able to tie good knots...