[He has a feeling what it is even before that glint of metal shines, and there's something stuck in his throat like a Squirt that can't quite fit through its dug hole. Zulf takes it, handling it a lot more carefully than solid armor realy needs.]
Thank you. [He tries to give a smile.] It's good timing. I'll be heading out onto the Skyway tomorrow.
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Thank you. [He tries to give a smile.] It's good timing. I'll be heading out onto the Skyway tomorrow.