[He pushes himself to his feet and shakes out his joints. He debates changing so as to get there faster, but then there's the problem of his clothes...
And before he sets off, there is another question. Firo casts around the hedges for an exit, then decides that it's easier to just try to wiggle through in any old place. He grunts, fighting the brambles and branches.]
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[He pushes himself to his feet and shakes out his joints. He debates changing so as to get there faster, but then there's the problem of his clothes...
And before he sets off, there is another question. Firo casts around the hedges for an exit, then decides that it's easier to just try to wiggle through in any old place. He grunts, fighting the brambles and branches.]
So are you plannin' on comin' with me or what?