Nyx huffs a laugh as he reaches for his kukris, one on his back, one on his thigh. He's not risking anything sensitive either, he likes those bits and pieces staying around.]
We'll get there faster my way. Hold this.
[More like he's shoving one of the kukri into Badou's hands as he readies to throw the other.]
You're not the queasy kind, are you?
[Because he already hears too much from Libertus about warping on a near daily basis, if not at least three times a day.]
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Nyx huffs a laugh as he reaches for his kukris, one on his back, one on his thigh. He's not risking anything sensitive either, he likes those bits and pieces staying around.]
We'll get there faster my way. Hold this.
[More like he's shoving one of the kukri into Badou's hands as he readies to throw the other.]
You're not the queasy kind, are you?
[Because he already hears too much from Libertus about warping on a near daily basis, if not at least three times a day.]