[Mike wakes up from the same dream he's had every night for months, the howls of Fenrir, thrashing against his bonds, fading into the screams of the harpies. And Gale's up and heading out. Mike slides out of his bunk with a thump, grabbing for his shoes and armour.]
Wait, we shouldn't be out alone.
[He grabs his sword and gun belt and then he's ready. He won't delay Gale by much.]
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Wait, we shouldn't be out alone.
[He grabs his sword and gun belt and then he's ready. He won't delay Gale by much.]