Only Hellboy Can Prevent Forest Fires, apparently.
Hellboy gives his best approximation of a delighted smile. (With his severe, stony features, it's less reassuring than he might like.) "Hey, no kidding? I know a guy from Gondor, name of Boromir."
He muses on the multiversal application of the Small World Phenomenon as Faramir explains his situation, then nods. "A little rash, but it's fine. No harm, no foul. I can understand you're still experiencing a bit of culture shock." He gives a little one-moment gesture, then reaches into his belt and pulls out a flat silvered case, which he flips open to reveal several of what might be smaller cousins to the woodless pipe from earlier. "The moment for cigars is lost, but I'll manage with a cigarette instead. Care to join me?"
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Hellboy gives his best approximation of a delighted smile. (With his severe, stony features, it's less reassuring than he might like.) "Hey, no kidding? I know a guy from Gondor, name of Boromir."
He muses on the multiversal application of the Small World Phenomenon as Faramir explains his situation, then nods. "A little rash, but it's fine. No harm, no foul. I can understand you're still experiencing a bit of culture shock." He gives a little one-moment gesture, then reaches into his belt and pulls out a flat silvered case, which he flips open to reveal several of what might be smaller cousins to the woodless pipe from earlier. "The moment for cigars is lost, but I'll manage with a cigarette instead. Care to join me?"