[ Then they're double-small, since he's not all that tall either! The height difference between them isn't much, but this time he actually is taller. By a few inches. Not that he's thinking of inches when he looks at her being all yellow over there, still guarding his side of the hallway while being all blue. Protecting the ... poop hallway. Because she's right; it stinks, and it's musty, and he would sigh over it if he wasn't busy trying to put his best face on for the job.
He takes his large, iron sword (nothing impressive, sadly, just bought on the regular market so he has something) and rests it on his own shoulder. Short people and big weapons—maybe it's a thing? ]
Are you sure? There's only more filth this way. It's nothing worth coming over for.
[ It can't hurt to try to dissuade her, right? Meanwhile, the temperature in the room only gets colder. Some frost builds on the piping above them. It doesn't help damper the stink at all, though. ]
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He takes his large, iron sword (nothing impressive, sadly, just bought on the regular market so he has something) and rests it on his own shoulder. Short people and big weapons—maybe it's a thing? ]
Are you sure? There's only more filth this way. It's nothing worth coming over for.
[ It can't hurt to try to dissuade her, right? Meanwhile, the temperature in the room only gets colder. Some frost builds on the piping above them. It doesn't help damper the stink at all, though. ]