[Joshua finishes his work by wrapping a spare piece of fabric (a torn sleeve, no doubt, with the ornateness of his outfit and how ill-suited it is for travel) around the end of his makeshift torch.]
I think it is.
Whether we find friend or foe, we will at least have a direction.
[He hands the torch over to Ira so he can light it.]
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I think it is.
Whether we find friend or foe, we will at least have a direction.
[He hands the torch over to Ira so he can light it.]