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“Except for maybe the rookie, they don’t seem too attached to their jobs. Maybe they’d look the other way for a drink,” Tyndal says softly as he idly swirls the murky burgundy contents of a glass bottle. “Either that, or we could try to bully our way in.”

"I thought we weren't going to ask Lavinia for one of her shoes

Blame it on me (muahahaha).

Tyndal's cat is not feeling well; posting for him until he gets back.

Tyndal cracks his knuckles and checks the bracing on his armor.

"Time to do the hero thing."