[ Ha. No one's ever accused him of being clever before.
He stands, fixing the hunting knife onto his belt and looking up at the sky. It isn't starting to lighten yet, but that doesn't mean it won't soon; they've spent a lot of time on this unpleasant diversion. A tent would be wise, although he detests the idea of crawling into it to escape the sun yet again. It feels not unlike an insect crawling under its rock. ]
All right.
[ He gestures for Iorveth to lead the way. It's not like he knows how to track his way anywhere in the woods. ]
Then what?
[ Iorveth is the idea man, after all. He's just the devil on Iorveth's shoulder. ]
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He stands, fixing the hunting knife onto his belt and looking up at the sky. It isn't starting to lighten yet, but that doesn't mean it won't soon; they've spent a lot of time on this unpleasant diversion. A tent would be wise, although he detests the idea of crawling into it to escape the sun yet again. It feels not unlike an insect crawling under its rock. ]
All right.
[ He gestures for Iorveth to lead the way. It's not like he knows how to track his way anywhere in the woods. ]
Then what?
[ Iorveth is the idea man, after all. He's just the devil on Iorveth's shoulder. ]