CanadienneBacon
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Hearing Davreya grunt with surprise and mutter about being his uncle, Peja's ears prick. Knowing all too well that Davreya is keen to the scent of items of value, particularly books, Peja shuffles after Dav. "Uncle, my patoot. Monkeybone is more like it. Whotcher see, Davreya?" Peja leans forward and taps at the floor absently with the butt end of his quarterstaff. "They don't make 'em like this much anymore..."