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« on: July 21, 2011, 01:47:48 pm »
Indri hears something from a panicked dwarf running past and his head perks up, "Webs? Another Web Weaving Wonderbeast?"
A smile begins to creep across his face when suddenly, "Oh no, Oh no! Derm! I must get there, I must!"
Heaving himself away from the loom Indri runs as quick as he can trying to get to the cavern entrance. He hears some sort of snorting collision from just up ahead and turns the corner shouting, "No! Derm! Webs! Just crip-", and sees the creatures head bounce past him to roll up against a wall, "-ple it... so we can... harvest the... oh, no. Oh another priceless chance gone...".
He stares sadly at the clouded eyes of the fabulous creature as Derm strolls past, cleaning his axeblade on his sleeve. "No worries, weaver, you're safe!", booms the champion over his shoulder.
There is a quiet moment, then Indri mutters to the head, "Whoever said 'when all you have is an axe, everything looks like a neck' undoubtedly knew someone like him."
Sighing, Indri turns away to head back to his loom again.