[ The man with the flowers growing out of him doesn't appear to be in any discomfort, at least, and he chuckles softly in relief as he and his companion approach the stranger. ]
'You're unharmed, good.' [ He says before the taller man steps forward. ]
You aren't one of our men. [ He observes, looking the Wanderer up and down. ] You're not a demon or a Celestial. What are you doing out here?
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'You're unharmed, good.' [ He says before the taller man steps forward. ]
You aren't one of our men. [ He observes, looking the Wanderer up and down. ] You're not a demon or a Celestial. What are you doing out here?