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Kris hadn't slept again after...He waited.
The door didn't reappear with any fanfare. He was poking at the remains of a breakfast, when he looked in that direction. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes, looked again. No, it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him.
He went upstairs to find the few weapons he'd had in his possession; knives, two for throwing and a hold-out dagger that had been a gift from Alberich. The recurve bow he'd fashioned. He set them on Bar's surface.
"If you could...pass these along to someone who'd need them. Sergeant Wells or Makita can have them, if either wants. Else..." he shrugged. "I'll trust your judgment. Thank you." Meaning any number of things by the words.
The weapons vanished.
He made himself turn and walk to the door, without further maundering on his part. It opened, and he went through. The door vanished promptly behind him.
The door didn't reappear with any fanfare. He was poking at the remains of a breakfast, when he looked in that direction. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes, looked again. No, it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him.
He went upstairs to find the few weapons he'd had in his possession; knives, two for throwing and a hold-out dagger that had been a gift from Alberich. The recurve bow he'd fashioned. He set them on Bar's surface.
"If you could...pass these along to someone who'd need them. Sergeant Wells or Makita can have them, if either wants. Else..." he shrugged. "I'll trust your judgment. Thank you." Meaning any number of things by the words.
The weapons vanished.
He made himself turn and walk to the door, without further maundering on his part. It opened, and he went through. The door vanished promptly behind him.