"Keep going," Morgan stepped in an animal trap, "Ow!" He tries to take a step only to be stopped, "Help!"
"Hold still," Caradoc tries to wedge his sword inbtween the trap and Morgan's foot. Blue tries to protect them against the cat.
"Caradoc spell to get us out," Blue asks.
"Working on it."

"Where are they," Luner paces.

Drayke alighted and let out a roar as Locke dismounted.

Selkie winches at the roar.


Blue and Morgan's eyes bulge as Caradoc smirks, "Plan B.''

Drayke advanced a few paces, staring intently at the panther. "....."
Locke gave the wyvern a nod and darted over to Blue and Morgan. "Ye alright??"

"No I'm stuck," Morgan tries to pull his foot out of the trap again.
"We're fine aside from that," Blue pants, "be careful of the panther."

The panther was staring right at Drayke, I was trying to chase them to the beach not away from it. She sounded like she wasn't from this island.

...You're domestic. Drayke said plainly. Go back to your partner. We'll handle this.

Locke raised a brow. "No?"

"Can you get me out of the trap please," Morgan asks.


Sorry, Huntress snorts, sorry for protecting the heir to the throne and his buddies.

I'm saying that for your sake. Drayke snorted. You resemble one of the native species.

"Aye," Locke nodded and stooped down and began working the trap. "Jis hold still..."

Huntress nods once, My bond is looking for the otter. To thank him; the catch is the otter is wounded prehaps gravely.

Morgan held still.

He's already on the ships. Drayke replied.
Locke soon managed to pry the snare off. "...Might wanna see Douglas 'r Kaladin aboot tha..." He suggested, noting the wound that the trap left behind.