The thing that made the second voice seems surprised (but not that surprised) when something speaks from the inside of the blankets.
"Please don't tell me it's a prostitute," the (probably a) man says.
"No, no. Don't be ridiculous..." Robin does not seem phased, scooting over close to the bundle of Phalanx and starting to dig into the pile with a hand, maybe just searching for any part of it that isn't made of blankets, "You know how I found the noble girl?"
"Yeah," he replies, flatly.
"And that assassin?"
"Yeah," he replies, flatter.
"And the one with the spikes?"
"Yeah," he replies, irritable, "Don't tell me that this is just what you do now."
"Well, I thought I was done, and then I found someone very interesting getting into trouble in the marketplace..."
As he says this, he finally pulls the blankets apart enough to at least expose some of his new friend's face to the open air, as if to show whoever has come into the room.
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"Please don't tell me it's a prostitute," the (probably a) man says.
"No, no. Don't be ridiculous..." Robin does not seem phased, scooting over close to the bundle of Phalanx and starting to dig into the pile with a hand, maybe just searching for any part of it that isn't made of blankets, "You know how I found the noble girl?"
"Yeah," he replies, flatly.
"And that assassin?"
"Yeah," he replies, flatter.
"And the one with the spikes?"
"Yeah," he replies, irritable, "Don't tell me that this is just what you do now."
"Well, I thought I was done, and then I found someone very interesting getting into trouble in the marketplace..."
As he says this, he finally pulls the blankets apart enough to at least expose some of his new friend's face to the open air, as if to show whoever has come into the room.