[Ever the concerned friend, Barret gives G'raha a thorough once-over at his mild complaint, and frowns, troubled.] Oh yeah? Well, if you're tired, wouldn't be much of a host if I didn't give you somewhere to rest. C'mon, with me! You can catch me up on what you've been up to.
[Taking gentler hold of G'raha's shoulders now, Barret gently steers him further into his lair, a far more cozy place than such a term would suggest. At the center of the sunken floor of his den is a lush assortment of blankets, pillows and cushions. Books, knicknacks and melting candles line shelves carved into the stone walls, and a warm hearth glows off in a corner.
Barret is trying to remember this is a set and not his actual home, but he moves around it like he knows it anyway, and seats himself beside G'raha on the sunken floor, his tail loosely coiled behind him.]
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[Ever the concerned friend, Barret gives G'raha a thorough once-over at his mild complaint, and frowns, troubled.] Oh yeah? Well, if you're tired, wouldn't be much of a host if I didn't give you somewhere to rest. C'mon, with me! You can catch me up on what you've been up to.
[Taking gentler hold of G'raha's shoulders now, Barret gently steers him further into his lair, a far more cozy place than such a term would suggest. At the center of the sunken floor of his den is a lush assortment of blankets, pillows and cushions. Books, knicknacks and melting candles line shelves carved into the stone walls, and a warm hearth glows off in a corner.
Barret is trying to remember this is a set and not his actual home, but he moves around it like he knows it anyway, and seats himself beside G'raha on the sunken floor, his tail loosely coiled behind him.]
So, [a little huff.] what tires you, old friend?