Danny's fingers deftly unhooked his harness, and he slid out of it with sinuous ease. Being a Wizened did, after all, have some small advantages. He glanced around, watching the others slowly making progress down the walls.
"Ah, it's no great secret of mine," the Smith said pleasantly, his black eyes meeting the yellow, reptilian slits of the striking purple Draconic. "Terri taught me. I'm simply a student of hers." He smiled at the Autumn Queen, showing his fangs. "It's a most invigourating sport, Parkour."
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It's been over 2 months, so I'm gonna call "End Scene"
