Casually sitting cross-legged whilst chewing on some grass, a beast follower bearing the winding horns, ears and beard of a goat, or rather, of whatever creatures what its equivalent in the Emerald Realm, grabbing a hold with his bear hands of a neary conglomerate of nettle, biting and eating them without problem whilst watching over the strange structure that had been constructed by one of their guests.
It had been a while since any of the three sealed portals had posed any problem, they would sometimes shake a bit or emit a rumble of some kind, but never had they even been damaged, Liebeln would often come by to check on his defensive architecture.
