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“Nice and rugged eh?” Flint asked as he watched Catdo devour his pieces of jerky happily. “Just like me, right?” He let out a hardy laugh after speaking, picking his long worked upon carving and knife from his rucksack which he had dropped next to his seat. Beginning to whittle away, not bothering if the scraps hit the floor, he continued to speak. “You can sleep in my bed for the night.” He nodded towards the large lumpy looking thing that had the extremely warm looking animal skin draped over it, Flint was sure it'd beat sleeping on the floor. “Ill go ahead and just use my sleeping bag for the night, tomorrow we go to see the mystic.” As he finished speaking he help up his carving, eyeing it carefully before returning to carving away.