[Raiden spins his sword deftly in one hand before sheathing it in the metal scabbard on his back. He shifts his weight, claws scraping across the floor as he turns his attention to Roslyn.]
Well... I'll defer to your judgment. Where do you want them? I can escort them there if necessary.
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Well... I'll defer to your judgment. Where do you want them? I can escort them there if necessary.