[Taryon grabs Dorian's shoulder - at least, where he remembered where his shoulder was. He fumbles around, gripping along his arms (seriously, how did he get so many muscles?) until he gets a decent hold and tugs upward. Taryon leans in to whisper:] Jump in first, I'll go next.
[If Taryon fails this athletic feat, at least Dorian - the stronger guy, won't be delayed.]
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[If Taryon fails this athletic feat, at least Dorian - the stronger guy, won't be delayed.]