[Syrlya smiles as he sees Otegine rest his spear upon the stand--perhaps, holding his breath a little in hope that it holds. But it is expert craftsmanship, and hold stable and straight.]
I'm sure whatever it is, is enough. [He takes it gingerly, carefully unwrapping the cloth like it is a precious treasure.]
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I'm sure whatever it is, is enough. [He takes it gingerly, carefully unwrapping the cloth like it is a precious treasure.]