[He stares at his outstretched hand, at a complete loss for words. He only vaguely registers the tug at his sleeve, eventually turning his head and giving Luke a look like a child who's just been told that Christmas is cancelled forever.]
...No. No, I'm afraid I don't.
[If running wasn't a plan, it certainly is now. The drake bares rows of needle-like teeth, a roar just beginning to rumble in the bottom of its belly. It's all the encouragement Qilby needs, weaponless and apparently powerless, to start to slowly back away...] But I was hoping you knew how to use that sword.
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...No. No, I'm afraid I don't.
[If running wasn't a plan, it certainly is now. The drake bares rows of needle-like teeth, a roar just beginning to rumble in the bottom of its belly. It's all the encouragement Qilby needs, weaponless and apparently powerless, to start to slowly back away...] But I was hoping you knew how to use that sword.