originally posted in:The New Dojo
The man staggered back, loomed at who, or more accurately [i]what [/i] it was, frowned, and put his hand on a strange object on his belt, looking like a cross between a butterfly, a Swiss army knife and a torch.
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"I'm sorry," Sarah apologised
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The device emitted a dim light, and the man carefully picked himself up and made his way past her.
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"What is that?" She asked. The Warlock was one of curiosity.
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The man paused for a second. "Swiss army knife."
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"That is waaaay more than a Swiss army knife."
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"Not much more. "