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[His eyes trailed, following her direction. Most of the dummies were busted up and were currently being mended by the handier of the Guild, while with handy woodwork that came naturally do the class, new ones were rolling in to replace. One, however, was a pile of splinters, metal and a bit of stuffing. His eyebrows shot up and something cold grew in his belly. That memory from middle school bloomed fresh in his mind and his face prickled.

For just a moment, he looked lost again, concerned. But in the next, he clumsily waved it off and everything was awkward bravado.]

Oh. Uh. ...Y-yeah, I guess I went to town on it. But I give nothin' less than 100%, right? Always was the case!