[His hearing is generally better than a human's, so he hears it nice and clear. Namur raises an eyebrow at the curtsy and takes her hand, pulling her up close. He expects a knife in his gut or a gunshot at any moment, though he feels no ill intent except from the hall up the hill and the ships skulking in the waters outside of the inlet. There's time for a breath as he draws himself up into as close as the right position as he can get by throwing his shoulders back and sucking in the base of his fin, then the downbeat hits, and he launches himself into motion.]
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