TJ had to bite his lip to prevent himself from reacting too wildly from the feel of Scab’s hand. He suppressed a disgusted groan as the gross sensation managed to get through his thick hands. Most things he touched normally didn’t faze him, so to have something as vividly… [i]gross[/i] as this one was a shocker. Maybe he should focus on something else to get his mind off it. Like his introduction!

Scab…[i]bard.[/i] Scabbard. TJ understandably nodded along as he related his Scab story. Nobody would want to be called a scab… Those [i]are[/i] gross! At some point, TJ realized he hadn’t let go of Scabbard’s hand yet for some reason. Or rather- [i]Scab[/i] hadn’t let go of his hand yet. What was this man’s grip?? Surely he had to have a fine one if he hoped to even lift that giant sword on his back, but this was getting ridiculous! TJ was making a very concentrated effort to slip out of it now while still maintaining his understanding expression. Come on… [i]COME ON…[/i]

Roughly, TJ managed to jerk his hand from Scabbard’s. However, in order to maintain his gentlemanly airs, he fluidly transitioned his arm jerk into a hefty pat on Scab’s shoulder. “Yes!” he loudly stated, “I understand… It is unbefitting of anyone to have a less than admirable name no matter their appearance! You needn't worry about me referring to you as such, my friend. For now, though!” He pointed out down the road, “I believe that way is the road to our Cabbage Crasher!” Taking the lead, TJ started off for the shop Zehst broke through.