[With the promises from Karlach and Dimitri, the feeling of rage pouring through the connection gradually recedes. Slowly, the roots twining around Liem’s arm pull back, the Communion becoming muffled and muddied once more as the woody tendrils separate from the shard in his chest. Liem himself lets out a heavy sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath for a long time.
All about the three of them, the forest of roots writhes, shifts, and parts, sinking back into the tunnel walls to reveal the path forward; all the roots except for a gnarled bit of root that remains curled about Liem’s wrist, and thin tendrils that reach out to wrap themselves around Dimitri and Karlach’s wrists as well, breaking off from the main body of the roots to form a sort of bracelet.
A token, perhaps, to remind them of the promise they’d made. To ensure they do not forget.]
Thank you, [Liem says when the way is cleared.] We will return for you.
[All that’s left then is to press forward, to finally reach the thing they came for. So he does.]
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All about the three of them, the forest of roots writhes, shifts, and parts, sinking back into the tunnel walls to reveal the path forward; all the roots except for a gnarled bit of root that remains curled about Liem’s wrist, and thin tendrils that reach out to wrap themselves around Dimitri and Karlach’s wrists as well, breaking off from the main body of the roots to form a sort of bracelet.
A token, perhaps, to remind them of the promise they’d made. To ensure they do not forget.]
Thank you, [Liem says when the way is cleared.] We will return for you.
[All that’s left then is to press forward, to finally reach the thing they came for. So he does.]