Jesus -- okay, okay. Fucking... breathe or something.
[He catches the flash of the scroll out of the corner of his eye as he heads towards the back, and he glances back at it, seriously puzzled now. Still, he offered, so he goes and grabs two cans from the fridge; he tosses one to Cassel as he sits down next to him and sets the other down on the table next to the one that's already open. Just, like, in case. He nods to the scroll.]
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[He catches the flash of the scroll out of the corner of his eye as he heads towards the back, and he glances back at it, seriously puzzled now. Still, he offered, so he goes and grabs two cans from the fridge; he tosses one to Cassel as he sits down next to him and sets the other down on the table next to the one that's already open. Just, like, in case. He nods to the scroll.]
That it? What is it?