[ The dude with the homemade sign is a walking red flag, but functionally, all that knowledge does is pique Matt's curiosity. He approaches with care, dressed in a decidedly preppy plaid scarf and barn jacket, and carrying a tote bag that jingles with trinkets. FEEDETH ME A TURKEY LEG AND TELLETH ME I'M PRETTY, it says. As he nears the hooded figure, he looks up (up, up), mentally trying to assess whether he's taller than Harry Dresden.
(Somewhere towards the start of his approach, WANT SOMEONE DEAD? gets a wince. Blink and you'll miss it, though.) ]
What kind of blade? [ Matt asks in pleasant tones. ] Razor blade, enchanted blade? Blade of grass?
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(Somewhere towards the start of his approach, WANT SOMEONE DEAD? gets a wince. Blink and you'll miss it, though.) ]
What kind of blade? [ Matt asks in pleasant tones. ] Razor blade, enchanted blade? Blade of grass?