[If he had the luxury to be more bewildered at the moment, Albert certainly would be. Instead, he carefully sheathes his sword and watches Grune approach the soldier.
She carried an urn onto the battlefield. And carried a scanner in it. And apparently cast a rather powerful spell with it.
...He supposed every world had to have someone of that not-completely-there mentality. He was just fortunate not to run into many of them.]
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She carried an urn onto the battlefield. And carried a scanner in it. And apparently cast a rather powerful spell with it.
...He supposed every world had to have someone of that not-completely-there mentality. He was just fortunate not to run into many of them.]
I am fine, Grune. Thank you.