Aug 08, 2009 01:33
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[Voice//Common]
-der what this does. ...Huh. I guess nothing. [Chip chip chip, click click.] Strange. [Clack, his voice moves further away.]
My weapons...Rusl made that sword especially for my service to the Queen. He'll be disappointed to hear I've misplaced it. [The sound of someone tossing several things aside with little concern as to where they land. A soft whmf and the voice is now too muffled to hear.
After a moment the sound clears again, and the voice is much closer.] Suppose I should keep this with me.
...Post? Post wha- [Click.]