[ He stops making his way through the snow and rotting wood to rest for a moment, and rubs at his face. It's been a long few days, and every so often the weariness hits him like a bag of bricks. ]
Alright. I'll plan for that. [ He leans against the tunnel wall, pulling his cloak tighter. A beat, and then quieter: ] Is anybody listening to your conversation?
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Alright. I'll plan for that. [ He leans against the tunnel wall, pulling his cloak tighter. A beat, and then quieter: ] Is anybody listening to your conversation?