Luinor lets his arms fall down to his sides as he looks at Atharan. He hooks his thumbs under his belt and offers a single, slight nod to him to indicate he was listening and ready.
Turchiron smiles at her best he can, His mood still not quite improved, He turns and makes his way back to the large group.
Turchiron folds his arms and fidgets around slightly, kicking around some gravel lightly beneath his feet as he waits.
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The Mustering Cave
