[ His nose twitches. He licks his lips. Keeps his ears open. His expression twitches in displeasure, and his voice has softened to a murmur. ]
Soft footsteps, but many. Steel, iron... weapons, most likely. Fur, musk, and filth. But worst of all, I smell traces of Cwyld growing stronger.
[ Given these facts, a plausible conclusion can be drawn. ]
It must be the nomadic tribes spoken of by the city dwellers. They're coming this way, and —!
[ Two spears hurtle expertly through the air. One collides with where Soren had been standing a moment ago, before he spun into a quick dodge. It clatters against the mossy rock wall and is enveloped by the plant. It came at an angle from the ceiling, thrower disguised among the stalactites. The other had been aimed at Caster, naturally.
Spiders are good at crawling on ceilings. And they have many arms... ]
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Soft footsteps, but many. Steel, iron... weapons, most likely. Fur, musk, and filth. But worst of all, I smell traces of Cwyld growing stronger.
[ Given these facts, a plausible conclusion can be drawn. ]
It must be the nomadic tribes spoken of by the city dwellers. They're coming this way, and —!
[ Two spears hurtle expertly through the air. One collides with where Soren had been standing a moment ago, before he spun into a quick dodge. It clatters against the mossy rock wall and is enveloped by the plant. It came at an angle from the ceiling, thrower disguised among the stalactites. The other had been aimed at Caster, naturally.
Spiders are good at crawling on ceilings. And they have many arms... ]