[You know what happens when thirteen-year-old girls arrive alone in Adstringendum? They run around still trying to find their bearings... and come across two grown ass men fighting in a pit. The daughter of Pluto stopped. You two are lucky she's had to deal with legionnaires fighting over stupid stuff.]
--I don't think that will help your situation any. [Cheeky little thing.] Do the two of you need help? Or... Do you want to carry on?
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--I don't think that will help your situation any. [Cheeky little thing.] Do the two of you need help? Or... Do you want to carry on?