remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
“A favor, actually,” he rumbled, finishing up on the stitching. Some of the stuffing still poked out, but given how many blows the effigy had taken, the Sword didn’t think it was up to much more of a beating anyway. He could always repair it once more, after some time, or send it into a brazier’s flames – and start anew.But he’d rather see if she was willing to snag at another kind of game. Snagging at his pockets, he pulled out the Gambler’s Gloves. “I need to get these back from a range of twenty feet. For a quest.” To answer her likely inquiry; given how oddly specific the motion seemed. “You can utilize the whole training grounds,” jutting his jawline towards the climbing wall, and then the outside measures too – where it opened for more inclinations towards incantations – out of range of soldiers sparring inside. Tilting his head, pondering over the potential (or not), he figured they could make it much like a game of keep away. “If you are willing.” And if she wasn’t, he could always find someone else – the pressure alleviated.
out for vengeance
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