Damen had looked at the map, shrugged, and then sat back, already taking out his folio. This one was The Glasston Strangler Strikes Twice!. At Beatrice's scolding regarding dinner, Damen shrugged again and kept reading. Beatrice, I kill things. I don't cook.Oh maps! Beatrice says happily. I love maps! Don't worry about monsters dear, we can take care of them.
If the others are not too busy to help that is she says sarcastically, still remembering that she did not get any help with dinner.
Then you need to learn dear. she says with a huff.Damen had looked at the map, shrugged, and then sat back, already taking out his folio. This one was The Glasston Strangler Strikes Twice!. At Beatrice's scolding regarding dinner, Damen shrugged again and kept reading. Beatrice, I kill things. I don't cook.
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"Mysterious sickness, travelling in a swamp... are you trying to make us fall sick?" replies Jarel-karn. "You'll have a hard time with me anyway."
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Damen smiles daggers. Which is why I am here, dear lady. And to shoot fools, of course.Those trashy fiction novels rot your mind. Real men experience their own stories!
Damen shrugs and loosens the strap on his holster. Give me a sightline and nothing will pass you in the dark. It is of no hinderance to me."I do not mean to alarm; these are just precautions, you understand. The savages are poor enough fighters against an armed enemy, and we will endeavor to stay out of their sight entirely."
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