Caleb stared into the unblinking eyes of the taller man. His own studying the dragoon's stature. "You sure you can take a hit, Champe?" Teeth were clamped onto the corners of the whaler's lips causing a wry smirk to accompany the question. (thccourier, obvs)
Unamused by the jab the sergeant only flicked his gaze over to the door of the tent where the other conspirator had vanished. “I’ll take care not to break anything.” He deadpanned in return.
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