[Good that he stops, but now Silas's brow is slowly creeping up his forehead as he waits. Takes in the expectant look.
New friend? He's flattered. He's never met a savior of orphans with a penchant for words and song before.
But really, the hold up. Why.] Just...step around it, or over it, your legs are like a spider's.
[It's right in front of you, can't you see that vaguest of uneven ground that he clearly left behind so he'd know where he left the snare? Honestly, some people.]
...your icon. We're surrounded by Silases.
New friend? He's flattered. He's never met a savior of orphans with a penchant for words and song before.
But really, the hold up. Why.] Just...step around it, or over it, your legs are like a spider's.
[It's right in front of you, can't you see that vaguest of uneven ground that he clearly left behind so he'd know where he left the snare? Honestly, some people.]