Tully didn't usually use the rickshaw services available on the island, but he needed to come deliver a reward for a job well done to Mr. Twain. And hobbling on crutches from the lighthouse to the Gig was just more trouble than he was prepared for.
He leaned against the stall door and propped his crutches against same. "Hey bad ass, how're you?"
She shrugged a little sadly. "It's complicated. But basically it is the only way to make sure the demon aliens can never return to take over the worlds again."
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He leaned against the stall door and propped his crutches against same. "Hey bad ass, how're you?"
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"Apparently he's got some warrior in him." Tully said. "He saved my butt last night."
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Then she sighed. "And he is fated to Walk the Bounds forever, never having a home."
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