It does, but I am not a sheep. [With a snort as he finishes resetting the trap. He glances back at her, and he doesn't exactly feel sympathy, but he does acknowledge she's been in that sundress for a while and it is cold. If she dies, it's no skin off his back, but he's mildly impressed at how little she's complained back there. He stands decides only one more trap before he goes back.
As he sets off towards it though-] The enemy provides arms, armor, clothing, foods, and conveniences. And the village accepts it all.
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As he sets off towards it though-] The enemy provides arms, armor, clothing, foods, and conveniences. And the village accepts it all.