A masked plushie scoots out of the nearby bushes and stops at Ravion's feet.
Wow, to have a plushie version of me to be right here is not on my bingo card. A welcoming surprise.
-Ravion picks up the plushie, taking note of the intricate details on it, even on its tiny mask.-
Interesting… Even the armor you have feels soft to the touch.
-A perfect replica of himself, just shrunk in size, is softer to hold… and looks cuter.-
You don’t like the idea of having to work, either, I take it? That’s perfectly fine, we both can just have fun. Maybe you can help me keep watch while I do have to work, then?
Hmm… If there is someone behind this, I wonder if Velara’s got the plushie version of herself pay her a visit yet. If so, I’m sure they’d toy with her, and that would be fun.