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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Krizzel" data-source="post: 552473" data-attributes="member: 9062">Grolvus loped forward, poking a silent 'come on' into Arngen's shoulder as he passed.  The bugbear snatched up a pack, swinging it easily onto his shoulder as he stepped over to the door, placing his hand on the latch.  It was much better to have the task before him, to have something he could sink his fangs into, than to sit and worry about what might happen to him.  And it was probably a lot safer being out in front scouting than being anywhere near the drow - especially the females.  How Arngen could stand them was beyond Grolvus.  He supposed females always did have that way about them that could make you lose your senses, even if they were just as likely to torture and kill you as to deliver pleasure.The hulking goblinoid turned to Enraela, stooping his massive frame to appear more subservient just as much as to simply fit through the drow-made door.  "By your leave, Mistress?" he requested permission in his growling, goblin-tongued accent.</blockquote>