[ The gawping black void of the Luggage’s interior shocks fear through instincts older and more primal than human arrogance might otherwise allow for. Jorah the bear rears up from the sight and sense of it partway through an awkward side step, bristled and bloody as a piece of overgrown roadkill on the defensive.
Beyond the door lies the street.
Whether or not that’s more or less dangerous for a bear than being shut in a bar with this thing is the subject of some internal debate.
Viserys’ escape slips his notice entirely.-- he startles to surge forward in in an abortive ursine noo when Rincewind makes his dive, and then again when the wizzard is immediately nearly thrown clear of the chest’s charge. Like a dog at the end of an invisible chain, he lunges and stops short two or three more times before he can override deep and terrible animal fear enough to lend his bulk to the effort.
He lands one heavy paw down onto the lid in territory not already occupied by Rincewind, and then the other, radiating heat and stink as he slides inevitably down into a sort of smothering, sumo hug on his end.
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Beyond the door lies the street.
Whether or not that’s more or less dangerous for a bear than being shut in a bar with this thing is the subject of some internal debate.
Viserys’ escape slips his notice entirely.-- he startles to surge forward in in an abortive ursine noo when Rincewind makes his dive, and then again when the wizzard is immediately nearly thrown clear of the chest’s charge. Like a dog at the end of an invisible chain, he lunges and stops short two or three more times before he can override deep and terrible animal fear enough to lend his bulk to the effort.
He lands one heavy paw down onto the lid in territory not already occupied by Rincewind, and then the other, radiating heat and stink as he slides inevitably down into a sort of smothering, sumo hug on his end.
A bear hug. ]