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Arthur smiled brightly at the approach of a red-haired woman. He lifted his brows at her request and glanced at the piles of rubble that he was sorting. Wiping his brow on his arm, he then folded his arms over his broad chest and nodded lazily to her. “Well, I was simply going to repair some of the damage caused over the week, but a lady such as yourself I would imagine has a far better use for it.” He gave her a kind grin, looking at the rubble again. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves. With his years of labor coupled with even more years of swordsmanship, Arthur’s hands had strong calluses that wouldn’t budge from a little lifting, so the gloves were pointless to him for his current activity. Holding them out to |
