Neverwinter Forest Hey, what is it about the gates of Hell that compels people to wander into 'em?

Oh, here we go! Something! 

Or not. Kaboom! Kinda. He was smacked by his brother and sort of faceplanted awkwardly due to it. Ciaran flailed cartoonishly to pull himself back up on all his feet, then with a roar (squeal?) he turned on Finin who had totally ruined everything here and dove at him, chomping at him viciously but each time just getting fur. So he'd get a spiky drooled-on mohawk or something.

He'd at least for the next few seconds totally forgotten about Miriam -- the important thing was to totally beat up his brother, except Ciaran's version of beating people up was probably equivalent smacking them with a particularly soft pillow once you got past the drama of it.