[Syrlya presses his forehead to the book, as if that'll spare him further mortification.
The book Syrlya looks briefly hesitant, shifting on his feet. It's kind of a personal matter, but...] I promised a friend that I would help retrieve his Beloved from the Nightmare Court. I am to meet him at their encampment immediately.
[Syrlya looks up at that, sobering immediately. Oh, he knows exactly what this is.]
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The book Syrlya looks briefly hesitant, shifting on his feet. It's kind of a personal matter, but...] I promised a friend that I would help retrieve his Beloved from the Nightmare Court. I am to meet him at their encampment immediately.
[Syrlya looks up at that, sobering immediately. Oh, he knows exactly what this is.]