[ He nods— his own weapon isn't as obvious as a longbow, but he clutches his left wrist significantly. Nash doesn't have a semi-witty rejoinder this time, no use announcing your presence to the mark, even if the joke is really good. He knows how to walk silently, and a trained ear (or maybe just an elven one) will notice.
And lo and behold, around the corner lies the Vieling. It's momentarily distracted, trying to worm its way down into the sewers through one of the grates. ]
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And lo and behold, around the corner lies the Vieling. It's momentarily distracted, trying to worm its way down into the sewers through one of the grates. ]