[Cayde pauses, crouched along a wall at a blind corner. This would be a great place for a trip mine, if trip mines were allowed for a children's pretend shooting game. But they're not. He fumbles for the next best idea, which is to make a sound to draw her out.
He pulls out a throwing knife and intentionally whiffs the throw so that the handle of the blade smacks into the far wall with a heavy donk sound.]
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He pulls out a throwing knife and intentionally whiffs the throw so that the handle of the blade smacks into the far wall with a heavy donk sound.]