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He had seen spears before, but never found them an object worth his time. Ezekiel was used to traveling, and while Aemon had clearly done so with the stick-like weapon, it had seemed like it could be a hindrance. Of course, he had spent his youth training with bows and arrows and favored them. The golden-red coyote noted that spears were not difficult to make, and wondered if others could learn to do the same.
“Sore,” he admitted. “I’m gonna head in, but you’re welcome to join me.” Without waiting for a response, the hybrid turned into his room. The cave entrance was small enough he had to duck, but the inside was roomier than expected. It was a singular space, likely carved out by rain or wind over several decades. He had piles of tanned furs along one side of the room, and various odds and ends along the rest. A pile of books marked his sleeping corner, which was furthest back from the entrance and made up of a massive down-stuffed and plush looking deer-hide pillow. Ezekiel shrugged off his weapons and sat down near the small firepit that made up his central area; he had chosen this cave because of its configuration. Smoke simply drifted out of the mouth.
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