[ Taking her along, as he's certain she won't let go of him arm now that she's latched on, he approaches the wall. The ponders all this options before taking a long riding crop down from one of the pegs. He weighs it in his hand, twirling it smoothly around his fingers before making one sharp swipe of it down to his side. ]
Honestly, it's a pity I wasn't allowed to keep my scythe. That always worked perfectly to keep you in line.
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Honestly, it's a pity I wasn't allowed to keep my scythe. That always worked perfectly to keep you in line.