[Noa quirks an eyebrow, the most change her expression's seen this whole conversation. It doesn't slow her folding the cloak up, though, and setting it—mud and all—in her lap. The next cape laces down the front, more clumsily than her captain would truss it up for her at home, and she pulls at the knots with one hand.]
I think it's just a somewhat strange pig.
[Like? There's definitely some other way to explain its existence??????]
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I think it's just a somewhat strange pig.
[Like? There's definitely some other way to explain its existence??????]