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[clean_cuffs]

Of course it's hardly a surprise that once we've started mapping an underground perimeter in the sewers, something most likely large, foul and covered in shite (pardon my Nabradian), rears its ugly head

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[dynast_daughter]

That is the most... colourful Nabradian I have heard, Balthier.

I will accompany you when the group decides to resume exploration.

[clean_cuffs]

I live to add a splash of colour to this monochrome world.

Hmm... if you're certain, there's hardly any stopping you.

[dynast_daughter]

Don't try too hard, will you? There may be children reading this.

I, too, wish for answers. And I'm weary of finding nothing.

[Voice]

[adventlead]

Have fun with that.

[Voice]

[clean_cuffs]

I'll try not to bring back any souvenirs.

How are your wrists, lad?

[Voice]

[adventlead]

That's really too bad. Can't beat the sewers.

They're fine, I guess. Just waiting.

[clean_cuffs]

Hmm... Let me think...

Are you any good at drawing?

[clean_cuffs]

Hmm... never mind that then. Would you like me to teach you when I come back?

As for something you can do... Well, there are three maps on the kitchen counter. Would you and an escort come and pick them up and bring them to Torn?

[onceahuman]

A return trip? Joy.

[barrelrollinfox]

Captain Balthier,

This is Fox McCloud, potential wall-builder, reporting in. I'm currently heading to the warehouses for clearing, but if you need me at the school, just give me a call.