Minato wastes no time offering a hand to Duster, who probably didn't need it, limp and all; but it was the assurance from one friend to another that they'll make it. They'll be okay. Somehow.
"They look like... miners. We may be in the Mythril Mines. I don't remember any other ones being someplace so cold."
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Minato wastes no time offering a hand to Duster, who probably didn't need it, limp and all; but it was the assurance from one friend to another that they'll make it. They'll be okay. Somehow.
"They look like... miners. We may be in the Mythril Mines. I don't remember any other ones being someplace so cold."