[ He feels like laughing and so he does, a low chuckle as he regards the mirrors surrounding them and taps his knuckles against one of the nearest ones. The Wendigo within its surface bares its teeth at him. ]
The Admiral seems a mite too interested in driving us all to the brink and back. [ He scans Stiles over, frown etching into his face. ] How old are you?
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I was kidding.
[ He feels like laughing and so he does, a low chuckle as he regards the mirrors surrounding them and taps his knuckles against one of the nearest ones. The Wendigo within its surface bares its teeth at him. ]
The Admiral seems a mite too interested in driving us all to the brink and back. [ He scans Stiles over, frown etching into his face. ] How old are you?