[Claude's ready to go and prepared for battle, armed with his bow, a quiverful of arrows, a satchel of supplies, and -- perhaps the most imporant part, depending on who around Greentruth you ask -- the bone fang he'd claimed from the hunt earlier this month, and fashioned into a good luck charm for war, as is the local custom, now tied into his braid. He's not the superstitious type, but it is a little reminder of why he's here, and why he's choosing to fight.
That doesn't stop him being apprehensive about the mission, however, so he doesn't blame anyone like Yuya who can't or won't fight for not tagging along. When he's stopped before he steps through the portal, he pauses to regard the younger teen. He looks around Cyril's age...]
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That doesn't stop him being apprehensive about the mission, however, so he doesn't blame anyone like Yuya who can't or won't fight for not tagging along. When he's stopped before he steps through the portal, he pauses to regard the younger teen. He looks around Cyril's age...]
You really care about them, don't you?