Arrow Lake & i wonder (not for the first time) what happened to your wings

Yeaaaaah, he drawled sardonically, a couple bursts of laughter escaping him only as huffs before he fell silent again, listening to her try and figure this out. At the mention of Mahler--and nettles, too; didn't they sting?!--his face grew less than enthused. He was sure Mahler was a great guy and all, but he didn't trust him yet. Not nearly enough to get close to his throat.

Maybe, Vercingetorix responded, unsure. He grew considerably more animated when Aure pointed out the fissure, and walked with her toward it, except— No way my giant ass is fitting through there, he agreed with her assessment. Pretty sure my head would get stuck just trying.

He settled back on his haunches, stifling a yawn. Up to you. I'm down for whatever as long as it doesn't involve intense mountain climbing.