He isn't put off by the aggression, taking it without any offense or sensitivity; it isn't like he doesn't tend toward being short himself, often enough. But he takes in a breath, takes up his stolen sword in his good hand, and nods.
"If we are not ready now, I doubt we will be. Let us go."
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He isn't put off by the aggression, taking it without any offense or sensitivity; it isn't like he doesn't tend toward being short himself, often enough. But he takes in a breath, takes up his stolen sword in his good hand, and nods.
"If we are not ready now, I doubt we will be. Let us go."