[Guts is making his way out of one of the other stables, empty bowl of paste in hand. His iron prosthetic is clipped to his belt and sword strapped to his back, but is otherwise dressed just as the rest of the farmers were.
He leans against a wooden frame, watching the other Stranger get to work.]
You sure you want that one? Heard she's got a bit of an attitude.
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He leans against a wooden frame, watching the other Stranger get to work.]
You sure you want that one? Heard she's got a bit of an attitude.