[Shit, it's not that hard a concept. Namur scurries up his vine as it swings away, hops over to a thick branch and runs along its length, dodging leaves. He bites a fresh twig off one of the side shoots, stripping it of leaves, then slips it down the side of his belt. He leaps toward a low hanging vine again, following Rip's scent to catch up with her so he can guide her to the zipline.]
Veer t' starboard, sweetheart, or yer gonna miss it!
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[Shit, it's not that hard a concept. Namur scurries up his vine as it swings away, hops over to a thick branch and runs along its length, dodging leaves. He bites a fresh twig off one of the side shoots, stripping it of leaves, then slips it down the side of his belt. He leaps toward a low hanging vine again, following Rip's scent to catch up with her so he can guide her to the zipline.]
Veer t' starboard, sweetheart, or yer gonna miss it!