[Although Liem is not given to preening, he does enjoy a brief moment of keen satisfaction when Akua praises his technique. Teleportation is a magic he'd managed to grasp only in the last weeks before he was taken from his world, so it pleases him to make himself useful with it, even if it is just in the occasional small way. He gives her a small incline of his head, nodding in polite acknowledgement.]
If necessary, we can go down the same way.
[But that is a matter for the future. For now, he watches her work her magic, observing the way the strange letters of her working slide incomprehensibly out of view. Magic of that kind — the kind that is learned from theorems instead of simply memorized and enacted through force of will — remains patently outside his range of ability, especially at high levels. He feels fortunate to have her assistance in this venture.]
Commendably thorough. I will be keeping alert, so even if the spell occupies your attention, we won't be caught off guard.
[He assumes his ability to notice the creature's approach is likely to be superior to hers regardless, so he's content to spend their time waiting as lookout. As Liem is most used to conducting such hunts by himself, the prospect of a companion with a somewhat limited capacity for conversation doesn't bother him. He was not planning on using the time they were waiting to conduct any deep discussions regardless.
Taking stock of their immediate surroundings, Liem takes a moment to offer any assistance Akua might need to get settled long-term, then chooses a neighbouring branch that's still within the range of her spell to perch on himself. The track is in clear view below them, and their vantage provides a generous view further through the woods as well. It helps that it's still early in the season, and most of the plant life still has yet to fill out with leaves. Only the trunks of the trees obstruct their view along the trail.
The only thing left to do is wait. Liem keeps his crossbow balanced lightly in his hands — though he does not load it just yet, confident in his ability to do so at a moment's notice, even balanced on a tree branch as he is. Dusk deepens and turns to night around them, heralding the time when Alenroux's monsters will be most active. Whatever frequents this part of the woods is evidently not friendly to wildlife, as he doesn't spot anything larger than a squirrel pass by during their wait.
Then, the faint noise of movement, some distance off through the trees. He listens, and though Akua's spell keeps them from being heard, habit makes him keep his voice low regardless.]
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If necessary, we can go down the same way.
[But that is a matter for the future. For now, he watches her work her magic, observing the way the strange letters of her working slide incomprehensibly out of view. Magic of that kind — the kind that is learned from theorems instead of simply memorized and enacted through force of will — remains patently outside his range of ability, especially at high levels. He feels fortunate to have her assistance in this venture.]
Commendably thorough. I will be keeping alert, so even if the spell occupies your attention, we won't be caught off guard.
[He assumes his ability to notice the creature's approach is likely to be superior to hers regardless, so he's content to spend their time waiting as lookout. As Liem is most used to conducting such hunts by himself, the prospect of a companion with a somewhat limited capacity for conversation doesn't bother him. He was not planning on using the time they were waiting to conduct any deep discussions regardless.
Taking stock of their immediate surroundings, Liem takes a moment to offer any assistance Akua might need to get settled long-term, then chooses a neighbouring branch that's still within the range of her spell to perch on himself. The track is in clear view below them, and their vantage provides a generous view further through the woods as well. It helps that it's still early in the season, and most of the plant life still has yet to fill out with leaves. Only the trunks of the trees obstruct their view along the trail.
The only thing left to do is wait. Liem keeps his crossbow balanced lightly in his hands — though he does not load it just yet, confident in his ability to do so at a moment's notice, even balanced on a tree branch as he is. Dusk deepens and turns to night around them, heralding the time when Alenroux's monsters will be most active. Whatever frequents this part of the woods is evidently not friendly to wildlife, as he doesn't spot anything larger than a squirrel pass by during their wait.
Then, the faint noise of movement, some distance off through the trees. He listens, and though Akua's spell keeps them from being heard, habit makes him keep his voice low regardless.]
Something is coming.