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[Gash is seen simply strolling around the outskirts of the castle, hands full of branches. For what? To make a fort, of course. He's going to try his best and help out with the dangerous situation!
--There is a chill, a gust of wind. It is followed by a strangled noise of surprise and the fast patter of feet.
His eyes, usually soft, sharpen with a worried light.]
Unuuu... [What on... earth?]
I don't know who you are, but... for some reason, I'm really scared. Are you evil? [A pause, and then suddenly, Gash cries out, loud and determined.]
If that is so-! I WILL PROTECT-! [Then there is nothing but the sound of branches shifting along.]