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The party is just Shuri right now. Morale is neutral-low.
Though I was out of things to trade off, the small, unidentified object looked like just the sort of thing that would open some ancient lock, possess a magical power, or be able to nail someone on the head from 100 feet away. "Anyway, how soon are you departing?" I asked Fox.
"Why? Lookin' t' go share a hotel room?"
There was an extremely awkward silence.
"Ye know, 'twas a joke. Like -"
"Yeah, I got it," I responded. "And the only reason you still have all your limbs is because you've been mildly helpful before."
Fox glanced around nervously and quickly re-responded to my initial question. "Aye, I'll prol'ly be stickin' round," he said, "there's s'more of ye adventurey folks up in the tunnels n' citadel to th' norreast. Good business."
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