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prosecutory[One would think that quests were easier if you were an adult, more experienced in the ways of the world. Unfortunately not - adult demigods, who were equivalent to a tantalizing aroma of barbecue being grilled just next door, may as well have been waving a banner reading, "FREE FRESH HALF-BLOOD MEAT" wherever they went.
That had been proven several times over on this particular quest; Edgeworth was out of breath and gripping his sword arm when they stopped not far from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. He was sweaty, a bit scratched up from trying to fend off a few hellhounds, and desperate for a break, just the briefest respite from the hard double life of a demigod. The prosecutor pulled out a square of ambrosia from his pocket - he always carried at least one on his personage - before stuffing it back inside. His exhaustion and very minor injuries did not warrant a serving of ambrosia; it had to be conserved.
Edgeworth turned to look at Larry, his only companion on this quest, to see how the son of Hermes fared.]
That had been proven several times over on this particular quest; Edgeworth was out of breath and gripping his sword arm when they stopped not far from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. He was sweaty, a bit scratched up from trying to fend off a few hellhounds, and desperate for a break, just the briefest respite from the hard double life of a demigod. The prosecutor pulled out a square of ambrosia from his pocket - he always carried at least one on his personage - before stuffing it back inside. His exhaustion and very minor injuries did not warrant a serving of ambrosia; it had to be conserved.
Edgeworth turned to look at Larry, his only companion on this quest, to see how the son of Hermes fared.]
