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>I'm sure you know your way around this kind of place better than most so lend your skills however you can. I dunno if you're used to working solo or what, but it's never a bad idea to keep company and earn the respect of dangerous allies who are also obvious targets.
Halflings generally work solo - though not because we hate each other or anything. See... There's a sort of system in place. We go out and find magical shit, minor to major, and send it home. Those that do this are given accolades and a higher place in society. Going it alone ensures a good spread of skill and a wide search area. The magical items, unless they are directly useful to us, are used to 'feed'... Well, it'll come up later. Let's just say I'll be really popular when I get home.
I follow the pair and the familiar into the hallway, then into another room - do all these places have such grotesquely high ceilings? It makes a girl feel small. We rush in, into the other side, hiding behind the central tree, which thankfully appears to be dead and rotting.
"Didn't think I'd see a halfling up here." Marcus finally comments. I take it you sent the Sickle home?"
"...? How the hell - " I begin, but he holds up a hand.
"How I know isn't really important. Just answer me."
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Direct. Hmf.
"Yeah."
"Alright. Sam, you okay with this?" he asks, turning to her. "It's all been constructs till now."
"... I can kill another, if I need to." she says, her expression hardened.
"Good. I was hoping you'd say that. We probably won't get out of this without killing anyone."
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