[ archer's gaze immediately goes to the unusual looking sword, seemingly more interested in that than the person holding it. his attention finally shifts to the man when he speaks, and for a split second an expression of embarrassment crosses his features - a sheepish admission that he had been distracted. ]
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I've seen this scenery before. It isn't real.
[ though, he pauses, thinking for a moment. ]
Though it is rare that I encounter company here.
[ this isn't the same as usual. not quite. ]