[There's a brisk, clipped bravado, aloof-smug with an insolent sort of triumph as if he really couldn't be cared to be picking up the communicator.]

...Terra's going to need a heal spell or a potion, I think.

There's a few of them stocked up inside my room, if somebody can bring it down to the square? Or I'll get one myself, but- hnh.

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