Son, you're twenty years and thousands of miles from stopping tripping over your own feet. Hell, I'm not sure I'm that old yet.
[She turns and opens the door to the living quarters that she and Jo have carved out of the back of the bar. There are jars and bottles of things. A few gallons of holy water line the walls. There's a line of salt to step over to get into the rooms.
Ellen walks past the shelves and pulls out a notebook she'd managed to find.]
Here, this has most of the warding symbols. I keep it around so that others can use it, maybe protect their friends.
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Son, you're twenty years and thousands of miles from stopping tripping over your own feet. Hell, I'm not sure I'm that old yet.
[She turns and opens the door to the living quarters that she and Jo have carved out of the back of the bar. There are jars and bottles of things. A few gallons of holy water line the walls. There's a line of salt to step over to get into the rooms.
Ellen walks past the shelves and pulls out a notebook she'd managed to find.]
Here, this has most of the warding symbols. I keep it around so that others can use it, maybe protect their friends.