[Thrall laughs low and warm, a sound that echos through the cave.]
You will feel it less as you move around. For now, there is a fire. [Bye, Doomplate. He's shirtless now, and starts working on his belt.] We can wear our cloaks, at least.
[He did bring the extra one just in case. Thrall's stripping at record speed, though he does leave on, you know, underwear. Because literally no one wants Thrall to be naked especially himself. He puts on the leathers, all straps and ties, a belt and loincloth to match leather gauntlets. At the end of it, despite his particular grooming, he looks like a wild thing-- like he belongs more in these than the armor he's worn for eight years. Numerous scars of various severity adorn his body.]
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You will feel it less as you move around. For now, there is a fire. [Bye, Doomplate. He's shirtless now, and starts working on his belt.] We can wear our cloaks, at least.
[He did bring the extra one just in case. Thrall's stripping at record speed, though he does leave on, you know, underwear. Because literally no one wants Thrall to be naked especially himself. He puts on the leathers, all straps and ties, a belt and loincloth to match leather gauntlets. At the end of it, despite his particular grooming, he looks like a wild thing-- like he belongs more in these than the armor he's worn for eight years. Numerous scars of various severity adorn his body.]