Two-One watched Alexander gulp down his drink, admiring the way the human body knows, seemingly by instinct, how to shut off one tube and open another to allow liquids to pass through it. The Myr decided that his opinion on the matter was that it was quite remarkable for something seemingly taken for granted, and added it to his growing mental pile of things that he had an opinion on. Thinking about it distracted Two-One a little, and he snapped his attention back to Alexander, catching the tail end of something about rat troubles.

 "[color=fff79a]Rat trouble? Two-One is a hero. Sort of. I can help with that, look,[/color]" he squirmed about, freeing one arm from the loop that held his makeshift backpack upon his back and, after wrestling with the thing for a moment, pulled it around and placed it on the bar. Two-One rummaged through the contents, setting out scraps of metal, oddly shaped stones, bits of broken pottery and assorted other pieces of junk until, finally, he wriggled free a short sword. It looked sort of like a sword, though the blade was pitted and dull, the hilt was made by wrapping some fabric around the bottom of the blade, and the cross-guard was just a small piece of wood tied with string to the makeshift sword. As far as weapons went, it was pretty pathetic, but Two-One positively glowed with pride.

 "[color=fff79a]I have a sword. Two-One shall deal with your rat problem! Heroes do it because it is right to do. Money is good too however. Two-One needs to buy things. Things to make new Myr.[/color]"

 Two-One held the "sword" aloft, turning it slightly so that, if it were a proper sword, it might catch the light. All it did was shed a flake of rust or two. As an inspirational gesture, it left a lot to be desired. Two-One gazed admiringly at the sword he'd made, then placed it on the bar, next to the backpack.

 "[color=fff79a]Work then stories. I am fond of stories. I can tell you of heroic deeds against the rats. Then we hear story about riding wurms from Aspasia and stories about home from Pax and Two-One shall get homesick and then we shall have a disagreement and [i]then[/i] the Father will tell a story and it will be less sad and I have not considered what events after that would make the evening more memorable.[/color]"

 Two-One didn't always believe in punctuation, especially when it came to thinking about what he wanted to do.

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