“I guess you know I can’t let you stay here,” said Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson, casually dodging flying bricks.
“Sure, sure.” The other red haired man grinned. “Just was passing through the neighborhood and wanted to meet you.”
Carrot nodded, accepting. “Nice sword.”
Destruction eyed him shrewdly, fingering the miniature sword on a
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