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Ashlar had failed to notice the bear, even with their speaking of it, until Merrick addressed it directly. When he looked and caught sight of it, he instinctually quailed. This was not his friend - was it the bear Avicus had spoken of? The one who was angry?

He'd thought bravely that he might sing to it if he met it in an attempt to soothe its rage. Now, looking at an unfamiliar hulking form, he knew that he would not be able to make a sound at that moment. To do so would draw attention of not only the bear, but the king as well. What if he disliked that, and this meet was for another reason?

Merrick instead spoke for them all. Ashlar's ears turned back, but he managed to keep himself from dropping to the ground at least when the creature's attention turned to them. He was too afraid to notice any fear in either of the others, but his own was apparent.

All we have is yours. Why was he called here? What was he meant to do?