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Keeps his bow aimed into the Forrest, but away from the Sylvari. Listening intently, their surroundings, and letting Thorin handle the introductions. His eyes swept back and forth across the trail and across his aim. His breathing was shallow, and un-hurried as he waited for the introductions to play out, or for some noise from the woods.