[ Grateful that she doesn't call him out on his Forceless-sickness as they head up the route toward the temple, he takes the time to look down at what he's wearing. Worn black shirt and trousers, scuffed to hell boots, without the dirt and blood he looks like he simply fell on hard times. Maybe he can use that.
To be a sailor, sure. ]
I was wearing more but I had to take it off, I was on my way somewhere.
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To be a sailor, sure. ]
I was wearing more but I had to take it off, I was on my way somewhere.