The door slammed open again, this time beneath the force of a boot... and an unfortunate squirrel that had somehow been caught up in it all. It gave a chittering shriek as it flew through the air, heading straight for Galain and Adrian near the fireplace.
The chestnut haired half-elf that had accidentally launched it closed the door behind himself and tried to judge its projected impact point before he realized what was going on right in front of him.
"I fall behind for five seconds and you forget me. Left out in the snow while you grope the Changeling, I see how it is."
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