Skills? [ Grif can't help but laugh, it just escapes from him without thought. ] What skills? It's a sword, dude. We have guns. We solve problems at a hundred yards.
[ Well, you know. If you're a good marksman. Grif can't crow too loudly about that. Regardless of that quibble, though, he sails ahead through this conversation. ]
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[ Well, you know. If you're a good marksman. Grif can't crow too loudly about that. Regardless of that quibble, though, he sails ahead through this conversation. ]
Like... eight months? Why?