Wireth watches the frenetic exchanges among the humans with only vaguely-concealed horror. All this back and forth and jockeying for primacy. How do they get anything done?
When the half-elf suggests they move, his sigh of relief is probably even more poorly concealed than his previous expression was. He points lamely skyward, to where Nairo circles above.
"My bird knows the way, though he may be harder to see when the trees close in."
At the ice elf's comment, the half-orc frowns. "You have to carry her? With all that energy, shouldn't that be the other way around?"
When the half-elf suggests they move, his sigh of relief is probably even more poorly concealed than his previous expression was. He points lamely skyward, to where Nairo circles above.
"My bird knows the way, though he may be harder to see when the trees close in."
At the ice elf's comment, the half-orc frowns. "You have to carry her? With all that energy, shouldn't that be the other way around?"