pallandrome
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As he measures the boots against his own feet, hoping they are the one-size-resizes-to-fit-all kind of boot, he speaks up, "Could you all do me a favor and NOT play around with your nifty magical powers so close to the Disciple? Anyone casting spells on her would be...bad. Anyway, if any of you would like me to find buyers for any of this stuff, and replace it with equipment more suited to your personal eccentricities, just let me know."
Satisfied that they'll do, he kicks off his own mundane, if incredibly expensive, boots, and replaces them with the boots of swiftness. Then he climbs to his feet and stretches his back.
"Galidor, might I talk to you over there for a moment?" he asks, motioning to the far side of the temple, away from his incredibly dangerous, and probably mentally unhinged compatriots.
Satisfied that they'll do, he kicks off his own mundane, if incredibly expensive, boots, and replaces them with the boots of swiftness. Then he climbs to his feet and stretches his back.
"Galidor, might I talk to you over there for a moment?" he asks, motioning to the far side of the temple, away from his incredibly dangerous, and probably mentally unhinged compatriots.
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