[Rhus grunts in return, a sound not unlike the rumble a great cat makes deep in their throat.]
Luckily for you, it ain't far-- I smell fresh air. [That sort of sweetness cant be hallucinated, so good in contrast to the burnt smoke permeating the building and scorching his nose.]
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Luckily for you, it ain't far-- I smell fresh air. [That sort of sweetness cant be hallucinated, so good in contrast to the burnt smoke permeating the building and scorching his nose.]