[Thrall rises to his feet, massive and tall, and yet he holds his hand out to help Hiro to his feet. His eyes sparkle again, a mischievous shade of blue.]
It is time for the hunt.
[He grabs the lance, which is certainly too big for Hiro. But there's still a wrapped axe. Plain steel and sharpened, Thrall is careful as he slips it into a loop on Hiro's belt.
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It is time for the hunt.
[He grabs the lance, which is certainly too big for Hiro. But there's still a wrapped axe. Plain steel and sharpened, Thrall is careful as he slips it into a loop on Hiro's belt.
He'll have to get used to the weight.]