Herlion opened his eyes, picked himself up from the floor to which he had once again slid, and tried not to yawn as he heard the door swing open twice, admitting a few new personages, one of them looking somewhat guarded covered in cloak and not showing any eyes or hands.
He rubbed his own eyes, trying to get the bleariness away. He rubbed his back, which had begun to develop a bit of a crick, glanced over at the newcomers again, curiously, and settled back into the comfort of his cloak.
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"Glue... very powerful stuff."
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