[SRP] At Death's Door

[Andy]

"He got off it, the pretentious lout," Fred announced in reply. "'Sides, I doubt people wanted his boots ruining the thatch on the roof." He set his hands on his hips, deciding to change the subject, "Now, we can sit around here arguing about whether you are or are not an oracle, which you are, or we can go find Peter and try to keep him from dying. Which would you rather do?" The mercenary knew the answer to that one, preparing himself to start walking.