[Wash sighs, blowing out a gust of angry breath. It's irritation toward the situation at large rather than any one person init, but that doesn't mean he's not going to make that readily apparent.]
I hope you know how to fight.
[A low snarl peels out from the dark, distinctly canid - and also distinctly very close by.]
[Wash tenses, and swaps the torch to his right hand so he can draw his sword with his left.]
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I hope you know how to fight.
[A low snarl peels out from the dark, distinctly canid - and also distinctly very close by.]
[Wash tenses, and swaps the torch to his right hand so he can draw his sword with his left.]
Three o' clock.