[ Angus flails, both hands frantically waving at the twins and trying to motion for them to stay quiet (not that they need the reminder!), and get the hell out of here while they can. ]
Nothing! I-I mean... why are you so tiny! What's going on?!
[ At this point, Angus realizes that between the flailing and the words that he's mouthing, he's probably making zero sense and looks like a crazy person. Worse yet, the crowd around the shattered water barrel is beginning to disperse, as the smarter members of the group realize that somebody must be responsible for the mess.
Angus swallows nervously, presses himself back against the wagon, casts Disguise Self (that's two spell slots now, he has to keep track), and begins walking across the camp towards the wagon next to the twins as inconspicuously as he can, disguised as one of the women who'd been tending to the horses at the edge of camp. His inner dialogue is a mix of panicked screaming, and prayers to any nearby deities who might be listening to not let anyone bump into him, or ask him any questions that would require him speaking in his squeaky 11-year-old-boy voice. ]
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Nothing! I-I mean... why are you so tiny! What's going on?!
[ At this point, Angus realizes that between the flailing and the words that he's mouthing, he's probably making zero sense and looks like a crazy person. Worse yet, the crowd around the shattered water barrel is beginning to disperse, as the smarter members of the group realize that somebody must be responsible for the mess.
Angus swallows nervously, presses himself back against the wagon, casts Disguise Self (that's two spell slots now, he has to keep track), and begins walking across the camp towards the wagon next to the twins as inconspicuously as he can, disguised as one of the women who'd been tending to the horses at the edge of camp. His inner dialogue is a mix of panicked screaming, and prayers to any nearby deities who might be listening to not let anyone bump into him, or ask him any questions that would require him speaking in his squeaky 11-year-old-boy voice. ]