[His weight shifts from one foot to the other. At his hip, Noctis' sword thuds against his side.
Joy is the last thing he expected to be trading in, but maybe he should have. It'd mean a little flexibility for the future. Instead of answering, he counters.]
I'll give you fifty and a favor, no questions asked.
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Joy is the last thing he expected to be trading in, but maybe he should have. It'd mean a little flexibility for the future. Instead of answering, he counters.]
I'll give you fifty and a favor, no questions asked.