"There's plenty of s**t to be had," he said, "without going anywhere deep and dark." Unless you counted, he figured, that most of the s**t to be had was there because its prior owners had been swallowed up by giant monsters or mutilated by rogue hunters. He opted, after a pause, not to share that thought.
Unfolding himself from the sofa--he looked like he ought to make creaking noises when he did it, although, thank god, he did not--he gestured down a hallway. "Hope you're not aiming for a matching suite with Egyptian cotton sheets or anything, but if you need a ******** shoe rack, we can probably procure something suitable."
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