[ He stands to cross toward the dining area and kitchen. Keeping his hands busy in their own way, though with a second thought, he takes something out of one of the drawers in there. The sound of magic again, something like bells. Or disintegrating metal. Before he comes back again and presses something into Carver's hand. ]
Take this.
[ It feels like a cane. ]
Use it to feel around on the ground in front of you so you don't run into anything. Mind your temper and don't swing at anything with it.
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[ He stands to cross toward the dining area and kitchen. Keeping his hands busy in their own way, though with a second thought, he takes something out of one of the drawers in there. The sound of magic again, something like bells. Or disintegrating metal. Before he comes back again and presses something into Carver's hand. ]
Take this.
[ It feels like a cane. ]
Use it to feel around on the ground in front of you so you don't run into anything. Mind your temper and don't swing at anything with it.