"Hmph. Sun's going down."

Captain Holt eyes the waning shaft of sunlight cutting through the hole overhead.

You, meanwhile, eye your broken sheath. Looks like you'll have to shoulder your sword from now on.

"We'll have to sleep here for the night. Keep that sword in hand, lass, we need to make sure that Night Troll didn't have any friends." Holt sets his hand on the pommel of his sword and starts limping further into the cave. "Need ta' make sure there aren't any other nasty critters crawlin' around down here. Don't worry, these holes don't usually go too deep. Those Troll bastards are too lazy to dig far."
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