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The room he had gotten was spartan, save for a little desk and chair that were almost quaint beside the wall. Garrod laid his sword against the wall near the bed, and began to undo his armor. Practice made it relatively easy work. Bracer first, then boots and greaves. Then... he looked into the eye of his relic.
My, sentimental today are we, Oh Bearer Mine? The demon laughed.
He grunt, and took the damn thing off. His chest piece came off quick after that. Unequiped, he rubbed his right rist, and then the back of his neck. His fingers felt the skin there at the back of his neck, rubbed at his apple too. He remembered the mercenaries knife, and the quick spell work that had got him out of that bind. He smiled, and made for the door. Hilda and Damze were still making some noise as the closed up, but Garrod went to Lechie's door.
A soft rap of knuckles against the wood.
"Lechies?" he called out. careful to keep his voice down. "It's uh... Garrod," he said with some nerves. "Have a moment?"
Lechies Delrio
My, sentimental today are we, Oh Bearer Mine? The demon laughed.
He grunt, and took the damn thing off. His chest piece came off quick after that. Unequiped, he rubbed his right rist, and then the back of his neck. His fingers felt the skin there at the back of his neck, rubbed at his apple too. He remembered the mercenaries knife, and the quick spell work that had got him out of that bind. He smiled, and made for the door. Hilda and Damze were still making some noise as the closed up, but Garrod went to Lechie's door.
A soft rap of knuckles against the wood.
"Lechies?" he called out. careful to keep his voice down. "It's uh... Garrod," he said with some nerves. "Have a moment?"
Lechies Delrio