"Thank you."
He keeps watching, trying to gauge moves. He doesn't always need a vision to predict something, if there's anything telegraphed.
"'Friendly,' at least. We are on cordial terms. Colleagues, perhaps? We don't know each other as well as we know some people." And up he jumps as his feet are attacked. coming down with his elbows dropping near the backs of Torn Ear's shoulders.
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