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ooc- *pokes the limp pickle* eww, kill it [img]tongue.gif[/img]
ic- Once he was sure that Rong Er was fast asleep, Lyulfe sung a song of protection over her. With everyone seemingly out to get her, it wouldn't be safe to leave her in this vulnerable state. He glanced down at his hands and stifled an exclamation. His hands were covered with flesh-coloured scales, and his nails had grown longer and sharper. After concentrating for a moment, he glanced down at his hands again and sighed in relief. He looked normal again.
Lyulfe got up and strode to the door, testing the protection song he had weaved. After nodding in approval, he walked back to Mormegil's room, pausing only for a moment as he overheard Rumbin. Lyulfe continued on determinedly. This bodes ill for the travel... It's a good thing I set up that connection with Rong Er... he thought to himself before stepping into the room.
"Well, are we going to do this or not?" Lyulfe asked with impatience. Skye raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She knew his worry was distracting him.
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