[Namazuo's voice is quiet, complete contrast from the cheerful energy he'd exuded at the carnival. Even so, it seems remarkably loud out here, when they're apparently the only two things around that are made, more or less, of flesh and blood.
He's nimble, but careful as he picks his way over, his own vessel drawn as well. The serious expression on his face is one usually reserved for dangerous sorties--and judging by the dirt and scratches on him, it looks like he's already gotten into a scuffle or two.]
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[Namazuo's voice is quiet, complete contrast from the cheerful energy he'd exuded at the carnival. Even so, it seems remarkably loud out here, when they're apparently the only two things around that are made, more or less, of flesh and blood.
He's nimble, but careful as he picks his way over, his own vessel drawn as well. The serious expression on his face is one usually reserved for dangerous sorties--and judging by the dirt and scratches on him, it looks like he's already gotten into a scuffle or two.]
I'm glad you made it up here... Are you alright?