The construct fox leapt into Silvyr's arms in fear of the chaotic storm, it's treasure no longer the most important thing to protect.
"Jump!" Izre screams, as she sews together a spell to dispel the powerful storm. Silvyr clings on to the glowing fox as he leaps off, screaming a song to control his fall, as he and the fox plummeted towards the shattered remains of the base of the tower.
Was this finally the end of our rainbow haired bard???
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Thank you I was imagining a full sized dog grabbing a hold of a human. I liked the idea that the fox jumps onto the player for protection. It was great for identifying why it'd want to become the campaign companion