"Same here, though I've gotten more practice with my fists lately, back home." He slides Stygius onto his shoulder, eyeing the gouge in the wood with interest. But then he hears his name, and Zagreus' mismatched eyes quickly lock onto Otoha, a slight frown marking his face. "Seems everybody knows about me on this Train. Do I have that much of a reputation around here, already?"
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