Well, at least he isn't too rattled, if he can quip.
Basch just nods, getting the binds off and offering an arm to help him up. He hadn't meant it as a jibe at balance, only a question of skill and and stamina.
"Your bird will follow mine. We go."
Except an arrow pierces the wagon's side, and immediately the heat of flame blooms.
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Date: 2024-09-16 11:51 pm (UTC)Basch just nods, getting the binds off and offering an arm to help him up. He hadn't meant it as a jibe at balance, only a question of skill and and stamina.
"Your bird will follow mine. We go."
Except an arrow pierces the wagon's side, and immediately the heat of flame blooms.