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Crow can't help but huff out a coarse laugh from around his pipe, smoke winding up past his thin lips before they curl into an exhale-- a perfect smoke ring treading the air a moment later. "Mhm, no helping that. Iron Menial ain't exactly test tastin' what he puts in th'pot, and I don't reckon th'priestess is gonna be much better. Not when she'd rather head out with you lot anyhow."
He smothers a cough against his ragged sleeve, then another, before rasping further. "Not like kissin' cheeks or patting asses will do much 'gainst th'Night anyhow. No sense wastin' breath and time when ya could be gettin' ready." His own gaze doesn't flicker away before the perhaps unnerving visage of the doll, flinty eyes alight with some quiet interest and intent.
"Gotta offer for ya. Reckon it'll be more use t'ya than any of them others."
