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Vragi shrugged in repose to Max’s calculation. “Well, it could be worse. At least a million and one are both real numbers.” If he’d meant to add anything it was cut short by the abrupt bombardment of silence. As the few covered their own ears Vragi followed suit, clutching his and wringing them like a pair of pointy wet socks. Amidst the confusion, Vragi could be seen mouthing what one would probably take as “fascinating!”, but for anyone knew he could have been saying “glass is jesting.”
Upon hearing the announcement that there were being pursued by two of the things, he shrugged. “Well, the more the merrier I suppose.”

He quickly checked what he had on him in terms of equipment in case of a turn for the worse. It seemed he’d left most of it back in the cabin but had both Knuse and Brudd on hand. It may have been worth mentioning that What’s a dwarf without an axe? Was one of his personal favourite phrases from back home.

It was a good thing he wasn’t planning on going back to grab anything else because firstly, he would have got himself either lost or distracted, and secondly, he would most likely have taken too long to be of any help. Not that any of the stuff he carried around would have done much good out in space. As the ship picked up speed the poor dwarf stumbled and was forced to grab a nearby table leg for balance.