[ Adra judges this interaction as polite and respectful, so his spirits feel just as restored as his body when he rejoins Gil and Saber. He rubs his chin as he appraises the narrow boat, thinking back on the dungeons he's dived into in years past; the many barbaric temples and haunted castles and weird swamps. The task before them is odd, and the tool to accomplish it more so, but as a native Azerothian, Adra has a pretty high tolerance for odd shit.
So he climbs in after Saber without much hesitation. Fortunately, like her, he doesn't need much space. ]
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So he climbs in after Saber without much hesitation. Fortunately, like her, he doesn't need much space. ]
Fine work. Let's ... set ... sail?
[ He shrugs, squinting up at the waterfalls. ]