[ That's a pretty strong grip. Maybe he truly is worried that he'll be thrown. The idea that the height is the problem doesn't even occur to Messmer - after all, he lives like this every day? It's normal. And if having a whole person standing on his shoulders is causing him additional pain, he's doing an excellent job of hiding it. The winged serpent that usually spends time near Messmer's shoulder flutters upwards, beginning to coil around one of Rom's ankles. Additional security, perhaps, on account of Rom's nerves...? ]
A view of naught but corn, [ he responds, sounding doubtful, while he moves to the right as instructed. ]
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A view of naught but corn, [ he responds, sounding doubtful, while he moves to the right as instructed. ]