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Argumentus skulks out of the arena, thankful for the learning experience.
He makes his way to the weapons store, sells the mace and trades his light shield in for a heavy shield. Through sniffles Argumentus asks if they still have any plate armor. FELIPE NO |
Argumentus catches up with the party, with a long strand of snot descending from his left nostril but miraculously hovering above the ground.
His bovine beating would not deter him from seeking even bigger creatures to beat up, and with a damp finger he pointed to the red dragon notice. What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
After such a recent beating Argumentus had no taste for conflict. He gestures to Gabriel suggesting his support.
![]() Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Argumentus begins to raise his hand, but it becomes strayed on its path to be lodged in his nostril.
There's nowhere I can't reach. |