[the underbrush actually shuffles back a little as the dragon begins to unfurl, with some more figures peeling away from the trees. human shapes start to become discernible as a couple of them point their bows towards Tek. they're wearing cloaks of leaves and wrappings of soft bark. instead of faces, they all seem to be wearing masks that blend in with the colors around them, with many resembling the faces of wide-eyed, exaggerated animals.
despite the threat of being shot, Robin turns back to Tek in an instant, putting up his hands in a very clear signal to stop.]
No, no no no-- [his nine voices all sound genuinely distressed.] Don't do that! Dooon't do that!
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despite the threat of being shot, Robin turns back to Tek in an instant, putting up his hands in a very clear signal to stop.]
No, no no no-- [his nine voices all sound genuinely distressed.] Don't do that! Dooon't do that!