ooc: think I'll go ahead and wrap this up if that's alright
GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr laughed. "I'll do my best but I may have to grab onto your tail if you start tipping." He grinned at the amusing mental image before the pair began to work their way down back to the base of the fjord. It was rough going, leaving little time for talk. Each minute the sun sunk lower until finally just as night fell they made it to the bottom. Háre didn't even care about putting on a front as he panted, limbs quivering just slightly from the exertion of the day but he was all smiles. He'd had a great time! He turned to Mercy. "Whew! That was something, eh? Alas, though, it is time I get back to my pack. It was a true pleasure to meet you Mercy and I wish you luck in your future. In Norwegian we say goodbye as 'Ha det bra'! Have it good!" He dipped his head and turned, melting into the shadowy embrace of the night.
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