[ Under these robes, anyone could be a purple-skinned lizard alien or the Emperor of Japan or a blind man, the last of which she figures out only when she spots the telling staff. Her discomfiture is palpable only in the brief moment she pauses and the sense of it bleeding through, before she moves to grab him by the shoulder, firmly, like manhandling a mannequin, to steady him while she reaches over to pull the spear free. ]
Are you blind? [ What is rudeness? ] Did I just almost skewer a blind guy? Damnit.
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Are you blind? [ What is rudeness? ] Did I just almost skewer a blind guy? Damnit.