[ He's all set to demur—he's used to scrambling for an interesting answer to "So what'd you do over the weekend?" It's been months, and his life—the scope of it—hasn't fully caught up with him. ]
I'd like that. In exchange, you could tell me of your exploits.
You carved your name in the ground, didn't you? I thought it might be a spell at first.
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I'd like that. In exchange, you could tell me of your exploits.
You carved your name in the ground, didn't you? I thought it might be a spell at first.