"You think?" What could be a sarcastic retort is softened by Myr's rueful expression and mournful tone. "Really got myself good, didn't I? Pardon me, ser, I'll need a spell for this."
New as he might be to the whole forest experience, Myr's no stranger to sticky conifers. There'd been a few of the tame, well-manicured variety in the Circle gardens, and their care had redounded to anyone with the will to maintain them when the Circles collapsed. He'd had ample opportunity since then to work out a way to get sap off his hands...and out of his clothes...and hair...
Cupping his gummed-up fingers, he mutters to himself--setting out spell parameters--and is shortly rewarded with a palmful of dark viscous oil. Rubbed into the sap, it loosens up the whole sticky mess and makes wiping the whole lot up with the kerchief much easier. He folds the oil-smeared cloth into a square with one corner tucked in once he's done. "That'll have to do until I'm back to the Gallows."
He tips his face politely in Simon's direction, adding, "Ready now, ser."
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New as he might be to the whole forest experience, Myr's no stranger to sticky conifers. There'd been a few of the tame, well-manicured variety in the Circle gardens, and their care had redounded to anyone with the will to maintain them when the Circles collapsed. He'd had ample opportunity since then to work out a way to get sap off his hands...and out of his clothes...and hair...
Cupping his gummed-up fingers, he mutters to himself--setting out spell parameters--and is shortly rewarded with a palmful of dark viscous oil. Rubbed into the sap, it loosens up the whole sticky mess and makes wiping the whole lot up with the kerchief much easier. He folds the oil-smeared cloth into a square with one corner tucked in once he's done. "That'll have to do until I'm back to the Gallows."
He tips his face politely in Simon's direction, adding, "Ready now, ser."