Obedient, as much as any great cat tamed by mutual understanding and relation could be with a touch of divinely granted powers over nature, the tiger remained quite still and quite calm; nothing but the slow rise and fall of its chest and subtle moving of its ears to indicate it was anything more than a living statue at this point. Its golden eyes, in the dim light, narrowed and searched as it prepared whatever defense it needed to mount. It was a game played between predator and prey, where men's lives took the place of those of boars or other beasts of the land. It was the patting of the earthy robed man's hand that guided the feline, to which the man turned his attention away from the newcomer's presence.

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The animal companion will ready an action to follow the command of Geraint on his turn. Because it is a free action to speak a few sentences outside of a character's turn, Geraint opts to inform the party of what he knows before he goes on his initiative turn behind Keris.
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"The elves seem to be eager, worried that if they do not act soon that "there will be nothing left". I can try to talk them down - please at least let me try." The man uttered quietly, eyeing Jaegar's producing of two fine blades and keeping them close to his figure, [i]"Stay your hands?"[/i]

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Attempting to be clever, Geraint finishes his hurried sentence with an elven phrase of [i]"Stay your hands?"[/i], hoping that if they were overheard the remark might at least ease some tensions. Because it is not yet his turn, he is not able to attempt a Diplomacy check to truly influence their behavior should they indeed hear him.
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As quietly as he spoke, he knew they might be discovered, but even if they were perhaps at least one of them knew the common tongue of men and other races, that perhaps the entire ordeal could be avoided in full if. The druid's eyes seemed pleading, sincerely, but just as ready to do whatever must be done; at least, he hoped, his companion would make quick work of it if the wandering woodsman and his fine swords couldn't. Life was not always a pleasant thing, but this all seemed strange. All he could do was wait, wait and hope that they had a chance. If there were monsters deep within this tunnel, perhaps what the elves seemed concerned of - as best the man could guess - then allies were better than enemies to be made.

[@ELGainsborough][@Yamazaki][@Aristo]