[As strictly as he avoids entangling his life with the lives of others, Jean Valjean has come to regard Cam as a reliable man, one who despite a veneer of occasional outlandishness does not capitulate to capriciousness. As such, he readily accepts him as a partner in this endeavor that takes them into the wilds surrounding Olympia. Behind them, the imposing walls of the city shrink smaller, or else vanish from sight behind the crest of a hill or a screen of foliage.
His keen eyes scour the landscape for the unique flora in which the Wyverns may be interested. For the labor at hand, he is dressed in a manner less fastidious than what Cam may have come to expect from him. Gone are the tie, waistcoat, and jacket, and the remaining shirt and trousers are of a coarser make.]
What of those over there?
[He gestures to a swath of the surrounding meadow, where he spies within the common grass clusters of stalks bearing thin leaves.]
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His keen eyes scour the landscape for the unique flora in which the Wyverns may be interested. For the labor at hand, he is dressed in a manner less fastidious than what Cam may have come to expect from him. Gone are the tie, waistcoat, and jacket, and the remaining shirt and trousers are of a coarser make.]
What of those over there?
[He gestures to a swath of the surrounding meadow, where he spies within the common grass clusters of stalks bearing thin leaves.]