[Gabe accepts the sheath with a roll of his eyes, as if to say sure, no big deal, he GUESSES he'll do Keith the honor of taking this stupid thing into account if it means it'll humor him or whatever. But he sheathes the blade in acquiescence. What? He can listen, on occasion. At least it's not an adult ordering him around.]
What is it you think we'll be fighting, exactly? Sandpaper beasts?
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What is it you think we'll be fighting, exactly? Sandpaper beasts?