[A bark in the affirmative. He gives her a final sniff to make sure she is really really not carrying any snacks and then turns and trots a few paces before looking back to make sure she's following.
She is? Okay great. This is easier than he expected.
He wanders through the various groves of the garden to something that resembles a proper tree farm. There he goes and approaches a woman asleep underneath a tree. She's thin with dark hair, the one that challenged Clara to a sword duel and claimed to be able to shoot fireballs.
The dog gives her face a sniff and then proceeds to lie down drop his entire at least 150 pound weight right onto her chest. This is... certainly a wake up call. The woman gasps and flails a little as she tries to sit up.]
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She is? Okay great. This is easier than he expected.
He wanders through the various groves of the garden to something that resembles a proper tree farm. There he goes and approaches a woman asleep underneath a tree. She's thin with dark hair, the one that challenged Clara to a sword duel and claimed to be able to shoot fireballs.
The dog gives her face a sniff and then proceeds to lie down drop his entire at least 150 pound weight right onto her chest. This is... certainly a wake up call. The woman gasps and flails a little as she tries to sit up.]
Kitty!
[And there's Clara.]
And... you. The sword fighter.