Date: 2024-12-23 04:53 pm (UTC)
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Jacob picks up a rock, ready to scatter the birds in the clearing for them. He holds it up silently, waiting for Astarion to prep his bow.

He takes a breath and throws it, and the birds fly up in fright, in a rustle of wings and panic.
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