[ Adra's lugging a crate of healing potions towards them, slowly, and with absolutely no efficiency. When he finally reaches the others, he huffs and puffs a little, perspiration already dotting his forehead. ]
Kija, please. Let these other fine sets of biceps assist you.
[ He sits down, exhaling. ]
Meanwhile, I'm just going to sit here and breathe for a minute.
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Kija, please. Let these other fine sets of biceps assist you.
[ He sits down, exhaling. ]
Meanwhile, I'm just going to sit here and breathe for a minute.