DESCRIPTION
The two stare at each other in silence before the warrior reaches into his fur-line boot and pulls out his hidden knife. Hacking at the fluff and fuzz latched on to him, the knife effortlessly passes through the fur rather than cutting it.
The mystic begins walking away: THERE’S A TOWN A DAY’S JOURNEY AHEAD. WASH IT OFF UP THERE.
The warrior quietly grunts in agreement.