That'll teach you to go poking around teenagers' phones.

This centaur needs a name. I can’t keep calling him “finger plink guy”. But who the hell put him in charge of the armory? It certainly wasn’t for his organisational skills, nor for his enthusiasm for weaponry and warfare. Maybe he just wanted a nice quiet place out of the sun.

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