[Minimus almost throws himself into the armor at the sight of a scraplet before he realizes that it is dead and - most likely - cannot harm him. The next thing he does before he can properly respond is notice the small human that somehow carried this here.]
Yes, speaking. [He stands on his chair to peer over the desk.]
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Yes, speaking. [He stands on his chair to peer over the desk.]
Are you sure it's dead? Where did you find it?