[ ah, common ground. hook looks no less smug for having hit on something familiar, and he takes to gesturing vaguely with his hand (and hook) as he offers up a helpful description. ]
That'd be the lass. Yellow eyes, yea high— [ except said description goes immediately awry, as he indicates about waist-level height. ] And I have it on good authority that there's a great deal of fur. Black, I'd assume.
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That'd be the lass. Yellow eyes, yea high— [ except said description goes immediately awry, as he indicates about waist-level height. ] And I have it on good authority that there's a great deal of fur. Black, I'd assume.