"Jim!" Harrow claps for Jim's resourcefulness. "You're a thinkin' man. That's why you're the captain."
He reaches over to where his chair had been and picks up one of the axes he'd stowed under there. It's a blue thing with a vicious edge and bright runes that glow when the handle is in his palm. He uses this noble blade to pop the top of his beer, then leans over to do the same for Jim's.
"So, Jim. You were born in space, right? What's that like?" He takes a swig of beer and waits to hear about the man who grew up never having seen dirt.
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He reaches over to where his chair had been and picks up one of the axes he'd stowed under there. It's a blue thing with a vicious edge and bright runes that glow when the handle is in his palm. He uses this noble blade to pop the top of his beer, then leans over to do the same for Jim's.
"So, Jim. You were born in space, right? What's that like?" He takes a swig of beer and waits to hear about the man who grew up never having seen dirt.