It takes Phalanx a delayed moment to realize that they're being spoken to, and when they do, they are absolutely in the middle of rummaging through that welcoming pile of bags.
"Buckles." Phalanx lifts up a bag that does, indeed, have a bunch of buckles dangling off of it. "Buckles... bugs. Bags."
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"Buckles." Phalanx lifts up a bag that does, indeed, have a bunch of buckles dangling off of it. "Buckles... bugs. Bags."