I frowned, and the question must have shown on my face. The thing we hunt may be magical and we need your expertise. He padded barefoot towards us, and it made my chest tight. A flush of color crept up his neck into his face.
He motioned to the woman still standing behind the bar. Get his other arm, Newt. My eyes widened. He pressed his forehead to his hands, lying nearly prostrate at Diego's feet.
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