Flynn watched blankly as the wagon sped off into the distance - why'd they go through so much trouble just to sell some bottles of 'horse piss'? They must have thought everybody around was guillable fools. Flynn then shook himself out of thought, blinking to attention at the voice of his brother.
"Huh - wha.... oh, right... axles." Flynn mumbled, heading to the smithy with his hands in his pockets. He noticed how some people said about this guy being a 'fake' AJ. Flynn couldn't help but wonder what the real AJ was like. Did he have real cures... or...?
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