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WHO: Shalem and Zagreus
WHERE: ??? Somewhere in the outskirts of Stygia I guess.
WHEN: Just before the event
WHAT: Shalem did promise to share his skills with the shield, and Zagreus is insistent on getting that done immediately.
WARNINGS: The potential for Shalem to turn unhinged.

[shalem eyes the dagger in his hand, which hasn't been pulled from its sheath since he first bought it. he'd prefer it that way-- in fact, he'd prefer not to have it at all, because if he were to let his imagination run wild, he can imagine the blade whispering to him about what he could use it for. he wrenches his eyes from it and drops his hand back to hang at his side. better for zagreus to come with his makeshift shields, and then he can conveniently forget that he loaned the man the blade.

his tail flicks as he spies that familiar face in the distance, and he waves a hand with his newly-bought gloves.]

Hello stranger. I will exchange you one of those shields for this dagger, if you're amenable?

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Consider it a deal! [Comes forth the reply, a wave with Zagreus' free hand as he holds the two shields like he's used to walking with two shields — one strapped tightly on his forearm, the other loosened at the strap around his shoulder. Zag smiles, happy to see the Pythia that had accompanied him in the docks again, and even speeds up his walk to meet him faster.] How have you been doing, Shalem?

Here. [He unfastens the strap (he had asked for a buckle to better adjust to different styles and people) and hands it to Shalem before rounding the other shield and setting it on the ground before him to reach out for the dagger.] Where did you get this?

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