[His eyebrows lift in recognition for Claude's name, confirming Sylvain's guess. And, no, he doesn't remember a thing Claude told him about the difference between dragons and wyverns.
His breath has begun to settle back into a regular rhythm. As the adrenaline fizzles, a desire for rest aches in his muscles, so he plops himself down on the grass. Though, it feels strange to relax while not too far behind them fire continues to consume the monastery.]
I'm Wilhelm.
[A pause, plucking a blade of grass, anxiety keeping his hands perpetually busy.]
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His breath has begun to settle back into a regular rhythm. As the adrenaline fizzles, a desire for rest aches in his muscles, so he plops himself down on the grass. Though, it feels strange to relax while not too far behind them fire continues to consume the monastery.]
I'm Wilhelm.
[A pause, plucking a blade of grass, anxiety keeping his hands perpetually busy.]
So you're friends with Claude?