[ nodd steps out next, wearing a fashionable suit of slate blue and white. the latter color may be hard to make out, much of it splashed red or faded to pink from blood. while there are tears on his sleeves, the fine white gloves ruined, nodd himself doesn't look terribly injured. he has new bruises along his jaw and what's visible of his throat from last he was seen, but they don't appear fresh, as if they'd been given a half-life to heal before the team returned. the vast majority of the new blood must not be his, since his scratches (and tears in the nice clothes) are few and surely shallow.
he hesitates, looking over his shoulder. truly, there is nothing to worry about here. all of his limbs are accounted for. but it's not as if he went on an adventure all alone. ]
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he hesitates, looking over his shoulder. truly, there is nothing to worry about here. all of his limbs are accounted for. but it's not as if he went on an adventure all alone. ]