[Even a pissy, stubborn Albel was better than a frozen Albel in Cliff's mind. The swordsman might hate him later for it-- more than he did now-- but Cliff was determined to make sure that nothing happened to the man on his watch.]
I'll come up with something, then. You just give me the cue.
December 16th
I'll come up with something, then. You just give me the cue.