[ Silas agrees, easily. And he, with this blanket.
There is the dagger at the back of his belt, the knife in his boot. Another in a pocket, perhaps, that she’d recognize the folded shape of. He’s never carried a staff, both bony hands idle of magic, loose through the knuckle while he watches her. His thoughts are elsewhere, forward. ]
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[ Silas agrees, easily. And he, with this blanket.
There is the dagger at the back of his belt, the knife in his boot. Another in a pocket, perhaps, that she’d recognize the folded shape of. He’s never carried a staff, both bony hands idle of magic, loose through the knuckle while he watches her. His thoughts are elsewhere, forward. ]
Is there anything else I should know about her?