Falameezar chided Ayariel on her complaints of the fate of her leather. "<span style="color: olive">Be glad that it had not struck you directly. A sizzling hole in your chest would do nobody any good,</span>" he grumbled.<br/><br/>He looked onward, making 'eye' contact with the retriever before his face showed signs of getting an idea. "<span style="color: olive">Let down the wall,</span>" he said, "<span style="color: olive">and allow me through. I can hold him prone for you all to attack at your leisure, and we will then be on our way.</span>" He took a position on Aya's left shoulder not unlike that of a cat who was ready to spring at its prey.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>