[ Trinket is oblivious to the calls, instead happily trekking forwards. He has enough to carry right now, and eventually drops his delivery in front of the figure by what appears to be a pit. Said figure then reaches and happily scratches him behind the ears, and vague sounds of praise carry.
Then a pause, as the half-elf woman peers around the bear's bulk. Not quite the attention Waver was hoping for, but it'll do, right? ]
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Then a pause, as the half-elf woman peers around the bear's bulk. Not quite the attention Waver was hoping for, but it'll do, right? ]
I'm sorry? What was that, dear?