I'd want to keep all the argumentative politics out of this place, too, [ he muses aloud as they approach the heart of the village and the crystal pond there. Damn. They're told they can keep their clothes on if they want - but Jim just shrugs. Boots go off first. (The walking ones.) He spots a few other refugees, at least one familiar face from Wyver, but he's content to let his attention stay with Dutch. ]
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