[ Without much prompting, Trahearne follows suit. He grabs a pickaxe with one hand, other hand willing the death in the ground to coalesce into a couple of flesh golems. Best be prepared. ]
I've not, no. Things have been...busy. [ He turns to face him again, leaning on his newfound tool. ] It sounds as though you have.
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I've not, no. Things have been...busy. [ He turns to face him again, leaning on his newfound tool. ] It sounds as though you have.