"I can get you some from my world. I bet you'd look good in some luminescent robes or gold armor." Look out, Crocker, he's floating a chip over. "We're worried about you. We want to make sure you're as ok as you can be before we you leave. What kind of friends would we be if we sent you back into battle without healing?"
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Date: 2011-11-26 04:49 am (UTC)