[Near looks over at Soren, his unblinking red gaze entirely unempathetic to the young man's plight. This is some sort of dream world, after all, and he has other things to busy himself with. He doesn't need to be held back by someone who couldn't even keep himself from being captured.
A long, forked black tongue darts out of the boy's mouth, tasting the air.]
I already had to talk my way out of a beating. [It's the scales, you see.] Do you expect me to untie you without anyone noticing?
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A long, forked black tongue darts out of the boy's mouth, tasting the air.]
I already had to talk my way out of a beating. [It's the scales, you see.] Do you expect me to untie you without anyone noticing?