Darkworld IC

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Arlen

Sizing up the situation in a moment, the elf relaxes. Here was an area others were far more expert in than he, and he was content to watch Kraalkar's stultified facade with mild amusement. Slinging his bow back across his back, he leans quietly against the wall of the cave, cooing to Sul to come sit on his leather-gloved fist. Stroking her absently, he nearly cracks a smile, and an amused glint flickers in his gray eyes as he watches the pretense play out. Acting always seemed so...silly, like a game where other people pretended it was a good idea for you to look like an idiot. At any rate, it afforded them all a light-hearted moment to forget the pain of the last few minutes, and a distraction from weary legs and stiffening muscles.

Besides, a strange cavern to explore? That thought alone makes Arlen glad for the possibility of delving deeper into the cave. Turning away from Kraalkar, he follows Elva toward the rear of the cave, Sul on his hand so that she won't have to try to fly in this cramped space.