BlackTribal says:
Okay, screaming means breathing, that’s good at least!
Now to get him to stop before he draws something dangerous towards you both!
Mossberg says:
Quick! cover his mouth before any Qoth or others hear the screaming. And try to calm the twink down and explain that you’ll try and get him down.
Trying not to get bit, you grab him by his horn nubs to keep him still. “Zeb! It’s me! Stop screaming!”
“AAAASNO! Kwartza! Srazi! Srazi ca-”
“In Continental, please!”
“Glass! You have to help me! A-Am I dead? Is this the Golden Pasture!?”
“It’s worse! You’re alive!”
Lightningfox89 says:
Reassure him that he’s just caught in some vines and not in the grip of some awful tentacled tree monster. Then check for a head injury; ask him how many fingers you’re holding up, and who the Queen is.
“The vines saved you, Zeb! By all accounts, you shouldn’t even be here. But since you are, I need you to listen to me because I don’t want to stick around for any more surprises.”
“First, how many fingers am I holding up?”
“You have three fingers?”
“Good, now who’s the queen?”
Zeb pauses, “Wait, which one?”
“What do you mean which one?”
He starts to ramble, “Well, if you are talking about traditional queens, Nayazterves of the Herdish throne Is technically my Queen as I’m from there – and not to mention land disputes with Siltria. Empress Voxaurdi of Qoth might be who you’re talking about, but I don’t hear her referred to as ‘queen’. And Qohva Kalina is more of a spiritual leader nowadays ever since–”
“Okay Zeb you can stop now.”
“Then get me down! The blood’s rushing to my horns and it really hurts!“
“Alright, let me think. Just – hang in there.”
“‘Hang in there?’“
The Paint Glob says:
Please help the poor guy out. Better to have more allies than not, especially in your predicament.
Hey, you’ve contained your urge to ditch him so far. Worth at least trying something, but what?
Garfunk says:
Use the knife on Zeb’s belt to *carefully* cut him free. Maybe watch out for any vines that might be around his head or neck too, wouldn’t want to accidentally noose the poor guy.
Right, you just need to reach it first. But how?
MickelPickel says:
Alright Glass, this seems like the perfect time to give him that hug you’ve been itching to!
…
“Bear with me, Zeb.”
As he starts to speak, you offer the hug he truly needs. Zeb squeaks in surprise as you climb up to cut him loose, holding onto the vine with one hand while using your core and thighs to stabilize him. With a gentle toss, you lower the surprisingly light Bovani to the ground.
“Oww.” he moans.
“You’re fine.”
“I don’t feel fine. Oh God, am I going to be okay?”
“Unless there’s another exploding vehicle hiding behind those bushes, you will. Now stop squirming.”
As you bring up his knife to cut him free you both hear a faint noise behind the bushes.
“An excellent catch, Sister.”
Guess Zeb’s gone out of the frying pan and into the fire…or maybe the other way around.
Out of mechanical horrors within our understanding and into the hungry hungry meat eaters (spiced of course)