[ Dorian bites back a groan, running a hand down his face. A small part of him can tell that Cyrus seems to be beaming for some reason, but the rest of him that’s still worried about Orym doesn’t bother guessing as to why.
Still, the sooner he gets this over with, the sooner he can get back to trying to reach the halfling. ]
Fine, all right. Let’s see what this present is.
[ Taking a breath, he turns to the doors and slowly pushes them open.
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Still, the sooner he gets this over with, the sooner he can get back to trying to reach the halfling. ]
Fine, all right. Let’s see what this present is.
[ Taking a breath, he turns to the doors and slowly pushes them open.
And freezes. ]
…Orym?