digimattic
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Arnir snaps to attention having been preoccupied inexplicably for a time. He slings his bow over his shoulder and closes up his cloak to shield against the cold. He raises an eyebrow as Kirio strikes down the two remaining men, but doesn't look the least bit upset or say anything.
"Kirio, you're welcome to the bow. I could never replace my family's bow. Just give me 7 of the arrows or so, I can't really comfortably carry more than 20. Does anyone mind if I take a look at these magical items? Looks as though we may have some things of interest!"
"Kirio, you're welcome to the bow. I could never replace my family's bow. Just give me 7 of the arrows or so, I can't really comfortably carry more than 20. Does anyone mind if I take a look at these magical items? Looks as though we may have some things of interest!"