[And Bob's your-- but he actually doesn't know anyone by that name-- whatever. City-folk talk. Or something. Screw idioms or colloquialisms or whatever that phrase decided it could mean outside of strict meaning.
He sighs at Cynric, exasperated but eventually ending the hard stare in a chuckle.] Alright. They're useful. For inspiring action.
[Speaking of action, just where are they walking? The forest trek is instinctive for himself but guiding another means a little more concentration than he's been giving-- oops.] Don't step on that!
['That' is evidently a spot just in front of Cynric, that Silas had known to take a broad step over. It's one of his snares, harmless really, and perhaps even amusing to see a bard hanging by an ankle from a piece of strung rope, should he not avoid it.
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He sighs at Cynric, exasperated but eventually ending the hard stare in a chuckle.] Alright. They're useful. For inspiring action.
[Speaking of action, just where are they walking? The forest trek is instinctive for himself but guiding another means a little more concentration than he's been giving-- oops.] Don't step on that!
['That' is evidently a spot just in front of Cynric, that Silas had known to take a broad step over. It's one of his snares, harmless really, and perhaps even amusing to see a bard hanging by an ankle from a piece of strung rope, should he not avoid it.
But. Fair is fair, so a warning he gets.]