A discrete offering to Sylaise

Jorah double-took, then laughed heartily. The trail had degraded into a mess of roots and jumbled square-ish rocked that perhaps once had been a staircase. He had to use his hands.

He settled into clucking his tongue in good humor, [color=orange]"you're just terrible at making friends, aren't you?"[/color] He raised an eyebrow to The First. They had never spoke alone before.