| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian looks down at the stockings still covering her legs with amusement, stifling a yawn.
"I'm not good with long term plans, Cali. This... us... this wasn't intended. I don't regret it, but I never planned it. I wanted to see what you knew, then I decided I might like to seduce you, and then you turned out to be wonderful." He chuckles. "All of Westcrown would kill to be in your bed, and here I am, an unwanted son, a lowlife."
He leans down to kiss her softly, let her feel what he can't say.
"I want to get rid of the shadow creatures. That's one of my goals. I suppose I could patronize the theater as well, knowing it was my diva onstage. I want to find valuable objects from the great houses and steal them." He cuddles a little closer. "Is that what you had in mind?"
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Fiosa Dress
She smiles up at Rev, "They will be too busy assuming I'm someone's pet to stare at my legs." With a shrug as she moves out the door, "At least not until they are sure what price it will cost them."Jask
Jask takes a deep breath, "I'm pretty sure the book is half reliable..." He chuckles, "It's just figuring out which half is fantasy and whisch half is truth.""It does suggest that the gateway the elves used to escape Golarion during Starfall is just one in a larger series of portals that connect all of the planets in the solar system."
Larko
Larko shrugs, "I'm sure she'd come around if someone asked her specifically for help, but she isn't the kind to risk her neck for altruistic reasons." That is a maybe a smile on the laconic man's mouth, it is hard to tell, "Plus she has a brothel and bar to run.""If you need her, that is the best place to look for her."
"Just you wait, they'll stare. If they do more than that, let me know and I'll take care of them." Rev reassures Fi.
"Is that gateway still around? I mean... is it known where it exists?" Rev inquires.
Rev's answering shrug matches Larko's. "Was just curious. Everyone else has made an appearance now and then, but the gnome hadn't. A brothel, you say? Is it any good?" He asks.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Flay flat to dry, do not wring out.
positive energy
save
more savingness
say it aint so, no more shadows please!
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She looks down her legs, past the soft silken stockings, to the strapped heels. "I really should take those off..." she snuggles in closer, "But you are comfortable."
She thinks for a moment, "Yes." Her pretty mouth pouts, "Except you aren't a lowlife."
Her brow furrows, "The night monsters? But haven't they always been here?"
She nods, taking his words for truth. "I will see you there, then." A smile.
The old man chuckles, "The only one I know about is in the heart of the elven kingdom, closed off to the rest of the world." A pause, "At least that is the way the stories go... It is possible that it doesn't work ever since they migrated back."
"Clean. Girls are well cared for. None of the rough stuff that is common at many Chelish brothels... unless you want to be on the receiving end." His voice flat, informative, but without judgement one way or another.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She reacts well, moaning soft and low into his lips, until she realizes that you are in public and she pulls back hotly blushing.
He follows as she draws back, kisses her lightly again. His smile threatens to take over his face, " 'maya, I love you so much." he gives her another quick kiss, on her temple if she has turned away. He looks around, trying to get his bearings and see what is in the area. "Are you hungry? Can I get you something to eat?"
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Indeed." Rev replies.
"Well, perhaps we can sneak into the elven kingdom and explore their gate at our leisure later." Rev ponders outloud. "So what do you plan on doing with all of this planar and travelling knowledge you're acquiring?"
"Been there?" He asks.
| Melilot Took |
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax moves as necessary to help flank the shadow creatures.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"Mm true," he says, kissing her forehead, "no dream, no need ever to wake."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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"Someone remind me to buy a magic weapon when we get out of this place...." Gravlax grumbles.
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Mathalen appears down the other hallway. Looks behind herself. Janiven shots again, a beautiful shot that could drop a animal or person in their tracks... and and it cracks the last of the mirror that Azhar has been damaging. There is a scream from the shadow in the wall, the sound full of unknown fear and pain.
The shadow streaks out from the stone, headed straight for Melilot, the one who has done so much damage to the only remaining mirror. She manages to dodge its touch once again.
Rev, holding for the creature to emerge, washes the area with positive energy, bursting the creature.
Gravlax holds ready to move as necessary to help flank the shadow creatures.
Fiosa looks over at Janiven, worry on her face for the archer.
Melilot's aim is good, the final reflective surface shattering.
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Both of the hallways leading from the previously shadow infested room lead to the same spiraled staircase pit although on opposite sides with an impossible number of spirals between.
A rickety-looking wooden set of curved stairs, supported by creaking ropes above and a lattice of wooden boards below, passes like a bridge through the center of a circular shaft. No floor is visible below, and no ceiling above. An opening in the far wall beckons about 30 feet below the point where the stairs curve.
Edit: post Cassian's reply.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian ties a rope around his waist and easily makes the jump, securing the rope to the other side.
Cassian grins at her, pulling the covers over them, and cuddling up close. "You can take them off in the morning."
His voice turns serious. "Cali, you need to understand that I am a lowlife. I'm a thief. I'm a spy. I'm a killer. I'm not a good person."
He kisses her shoulder. "And no. As far as I can tell, the night monsters appeared around fifty years ago. If something appears, it can be removed."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax takes a step toward Janiven. "Are you injured? That didn't look good."
Gravlax has no difficulty reaching the opening in the far wall.
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Gravlax takes a step toward Janiven. "Are you injured? That didn't look good."
"I don't have a scratch on me." She shakes her head, "Just a bit weaker, nothing a day or two of rest after this won't fix."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar finds something sturdy enough to tie the rope too on this end and does so. He grins at Amaya, glances at the others who have not yet made the leap. "See you on the other side?" and acrobatics: "oiks" promptly trips over his own feet in the general direction of the other side, falls past the stairs and the opening..and tumbles towards it again 12 seconds later. Reflex save: grabbing the rope that Cassian had strung across, swinging for a few moments before getting his bearings and makes his way to the others. He turns up towards Melilot grinning, "You were right, that is kind of fun." He looks like he wants to stay to assist others, realizes that there is no room to do so and reluctantly moves farther in so that others may jump unimpeded.
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Amaya and Mathalen make the tumbling jump easily. Fiosa tries quite admirably but falls from view, then reappears above. A goofy grin of pleasure on her face as she snags the rope and pulls herself over the the group. Janiven, still in rear guard, also makes the jump.
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He turns up towards Melilot grinning, "You were right, that is kind of fun." He looks like he wants to stay to assist others, realizes that there is no room to do so and reluctantly moves farther in so that others may jump unimpeded.
Melilot doesn't even bother to attempt to succesfully make the jump, instead hurling herself down the infinite loop with a dopplering
After a few passes she handily grabs the rope and joins the rest of the group.
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The opening leads to a hallway intersected by another hallway lined with doors. Each stout wooden door has smoky glass inset at eye level. Looking down the hall, ten of the twelve doors are barred from the outside and two hang slightly ajar.
The first of the open cells contains only a simple straw mattress. No sign of combat or that the room were occupied, the interior perfectly clean.
The second open cell does show sign of a struggle, the straw mattress torn asunder but no blood in the room. There is a softly glowing red glaive on the ground.
Once Cassian determines it is safe, you find that touching the smoky glass clears it, allowing a view of the interior of the cells. The ten locked cells are not identical, but each contains the same set: simple straw mattress and (normally lying on the mattress) the preserved, mummified remains of the prisoner who had been held in the cell.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax shakes his head at the mummified remains behind the glass.
Looks at the red glaive. Doesn't touch it.
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However, the cells do have a distinct aura of faint conjuration.
Additionally, the glaive radiates moderate transmutation and is a +1 keen glaive.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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** spoiler omitted **
Rev shares the info from the above spoiler re detect magic.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"So, shall we see what happens when someone takes the bait?" Azhar enters the room, pauses while glancing at the others, giving them a chance to object "Oh, and Mel? Thanks much for the hammer. Came in real useful with the mirrors. You do good work." before picking up the "softly glowing red glaive".
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Not so much turned away as looking down, hiding a very red blush. She looks up, "Not so much hungry... but maybe a ice or a raspberry soda?"
When Azhar takes up the glaive there is a slight urge, an idea, that it is a fine weapon, well suited for plunging into the abdomen of that archer. Or the blind halfling. Or the pretty foreigner with purple eyes. Or the small blonde one. Or even the wanna-be paladin.
Her brown eyes get worried, "But what if I accidentally kick you while I'm sleeping?"
His voice turns serious. "Cali, you need to understand that I am a lowlife. I'm a thief. I'm a spy. I'm a killer. I'm not a good person."
"I don't think you are a lowlife. Thesing? He is a lowlife and you are nothing like him." Her voice earnest, "And you may think you aren't a good person, but I've only seen you do good things. Like watch out for me and your friends in the play... even if you don't seem to like them very much."
A pause, a small happy shiver as he kisses her shoulder, "I guess fifty years is as good as forever for me..." She smiles, hugs him, "It sounded like you were planning on helping me with my path, do I get to help with the whole no shadow thing?"
Her own lids growing heavy her head resting against his body, Mathalen falls sleep.
"Sneaking into the elven kingdom results in a pincushion effect from what I've heard. Possible, certainly, but not advisable for ones health." Jask's reasonable tones not squashing the ponder, just making sure that the dangers along the path are known.
Jask smiles, "I wasn't planning on anything in particular. The acquisition of knowledge, of thought, is a end in itself. If it should happen to be of use then that is just an added benefit." The skin around the old man's eyes crinkles, "As for why planets this week? I miss looking at the stars at night, so reading about them is the next best thing."
"Only as a drinker." A pause, "Or when it was Yako that I was looking in on."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Not so much turned away as looking down, hiding a very red blush. She looks up, "Not so much hungry... but maybe a ice or a raspberry soda?"
"That sounds nice." he looks around for an appropriate shop and steers them in that direction, releasing her hands, but placing one hand on the far side of her waist. "I can't believe how many gargoyle type statues there are around here." He sighs, glancing up and down the street again.
"Hmmm," Azhar says, contemplatively looking at the weapon, "Beautiful. Pity it seems to be evil though."
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Moving on from the prisoner cells, you descend down a twisted staircase ending in a finely made marble door carved with the image of horned nymphs basking near steaming water. As best as any of you can tell it is neither locked nor trapped.
Opening the door, you find a long room, a domed ceiling sagging, with long mildewy strips of wood paneling hanging down from above like drooping branches. A large pool of churning muddy water that smells of a bog and rot fills much of the room, flowing down a trough further into the room between a pair of slippery stairs to gather in a smaller pool beyond. Dozens of bones lie scattered along the five-foot-wide ledge that surrounds the pool.
Hiding beneath the surface of the muddy fetid water are four creatures, their lampry eyes turning in the direction of your group.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax stays awake a little longer, watching her sleep, but sleep catches him soon.
| Melilot Took |
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"So, shall we see what happens when someone takes the bait?" Azhar enters the room, pauses while glancing at the others, giving them a chance to object "Oh, and Mel? Thanks much for the hammer. Came in real useful with the mirrors. You do good work."
"Hmmm," Azhar says, contemplatively looking at the weapon, "Beautiful. Pity it seems to be evil though."
| chavamana |
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Her hand moves against his palm drawing his attention back to her from the ugly stone sentinels. "It's okay." She says, her tone absolutely serious, but her eyes sparkling with amusement, "They can't all be evil, baby-stealing, flesh ripping monsters." The amusement reaches her mouth, raising it in a smile, "I am sure most of them really are just stone."
Gravlax is woken by a shivering, naked female... Who is keeping him perfectly warm, for the most part.
| Melilot Took |
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Melilot observes as she casually lobs a bullet at one of them.
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"Hmmm," Azhar says, contemplatively looking at the weapon, "Beautiful. Pity it seems to be evil though."
"Not that I'm doubting you or anything," Amaya asks, "but how do you know it is evil?"
She smiles, "Is there a megalomaniacal little voice proclaiming it to be so?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Perception dc28: FT included
K:Religion dc11/13/16/18:
Sense Motive dc15:
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax gropes for blankets.
He rolls slightly, attempting to move from underneath without waking her -- the better to cover her with a blanket.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc., brace included if charge
Azhar smiles at Melilot and nods in acknowledgement.
"Not that I'm doubting you or anything," Amaya asks, "but how do you know it is evil?"
She smiles, "Is there a megalomaniacal little voice proclaiming it to be so?"
Azhar's smile turns to the pretty foreign girl with purple eyes. "No, not yet anyway, it just wants to be buried in all of you." he seems very nonchalant about it.
Her hand moves against his palm drawing his attention back to her from the ugly stone sentinels. "It's okay." She says, her tone absolutely serious, but her eyes sparkling with amusement, "They can't all be evil, baby-stealing, flesh ripping monsters." The amusement reaches her mouth, raising it in a smile, "I am sure most of them really are just stone."
His eyes laugh with hers, but his expression is serious "You know, I was only considering searching for one among the forest of statues. What you suggest," he fakes a controlled shiver, "makes things a whole lot more interesting." His hip nudges her towards a shop advertising cool drinks with a sign reading "The Ice Mephit's Fountain Paradise". "That sounds promising." he points with a nod, no longer taking his eyes off of her. The smile no longer leaving his lips. His eyes do drift briefly, he can't help it. Her attire leaves plenty to the imagination after all.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Her brown eyes get worried, "But what if I accidentally kick you while I'm sleeping?"
"So take it off," he says, unconcerned.
"I don't think you are a lowlife. Thesing? He is a lowlife and you are nothing like him." Her voice earnest, "And you may think you aren't a good person, but I've only seen you do good things. Like watch out for me and your friends in the play... even if you don't seem to like them very much."
He doesn't respond to this, other than the annoyance at being read so easily.
A pause, a small happy shiver as he kisses her shoulder, "I guess fifty years is as good as forever for me..." She smiles, hugs him, "It sounded like you were planning on helping me with my path, do I get to help with the whole no shadow thing?"
"If you think you can."
Azhar's smile turns to the pretty foreign girl with purple eyes. "No, not yet anyway, it just wants to be buried in all of you." he seems very nonchalant about it.
Cassian could not be less impressed. Either that, or he's just not listening.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Cassian could not be less impressed. Either that, or he's just not listening.
"Sorry, that was a slight misstatement." Azhar says a little dryly, "It specifically did not include Cassian and my brother." His eyes glance at someone else in the group as well, though he does not name her.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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He turns up towards Melilot grinning, "You were right, that is kind of fun." He looks like he wants to stay to assist others, realizes that there is no room to do so and reluctantly moves farther in so that others may jump unimpeded.
Rev shakes his head. He has nothing to say to his brother.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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He turns up towards Melilot grinning, "You were right, that is kind of fun." He looks like he wants to stay to assist others, realizes that there is no room to do so and reluctantly moves farther in so that others may jump unimpeded.Melilot doesn't even bother to attempt to succesfully make the jump, instead hurling herself down the infinite loop with a dopplering.
After a few passes she handily grabs the rope and joins the rest of the group.
He doesn't say it, but it's pretty clear on his face, unprofessional children…
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Jask
"Sneaking into the elven kingdom results in a pincushion effect from what I've heard. Possible, certainly, but not advisable for ones health." Jask's reasonable tones not squashing the ponder, just making sure that the dangers along the path are known.Jask smiles, "I wasn't planning on anything in particular. The acquisition of knowledge, of thought, is a end in itself. If it should happen to be of use then that is just an added benefit." The skin around the old man's eyes crinkles, "As for why planets this week? I miss looking at the stars at night, so reading about them is the next best thing."
Larko
"Only as a drinker." A pause, "Or when it was Yako that I was looking in on."
"Well perhaps we can arrange to be invited in." He grins evilly.
"The only thing I miss about the stars, is who I was under them with." He says quietly.
sense motive on getting an idea into why he was looking in on the gnome... does his tone indicate he likes her, is it family/big brotherly etc...
"You want to go for a drink? I've got a bit of change." He offers.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"I think one life should be enough for anyone," Gravlax says. "Thank you for your time," his eyes flick down to the empty glass and back, "and your whiskey."
Rev nods. "That's why Pharasma is so adamant about undead." He says.
"You're welcome." He replies. "But next time - you get to do the talking." A small smile.
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She thinks about that. "Well... the architecture does make for a perfect place to hide, if they have any intelligence at all... Which means that there is probably more than just the youngling."
She shakes her head, looking embarrassed, "Of course, the fact of a youngling probably suggests the existence of others." She nods in agreement to the small shop. Inside they are shown to a small table towards the back, probably in no doubt partially due to Amaya's unfasionable clothing, but a girl does come quickly for an order.
She kisses his shoulder before she sits up enough to reach the straps. Freed of the shoes, her leg slides over his, no longer worried about damaging him in accident and she cuddles back to his side.
She doesn't really wake up but her forehead furrows, her arms tightening around him. Murmuring, almost still unconscious,
The old man's bushy eyebrow rises, "Your ears may be a bit pointed but I don't think you'll pass for one of the elves and they don't allow others into their capital." Jask, at least, is not at all offended by this, after all if there weren't differences in cultures the world would be far too bland.
A pause, "I remember being that young." The voice wistful.
His tone does indicate a positive familiarity, but it is neither familial nor romantic, more professional.
Larko shakes his head, "Only if you need to wet your whistle." Explanation, simple and straightforward, "I'm not really a drinker."
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Melilot observes as she casually lobs a bullet at one of them. The stone smacks into the water and not much further.
One of the creatures that emerges from the muck is far more broken than its companions, but that doesn't seem to affect it, nor the larger one, from moving easily through the water towards Azhar. The creature, damaged by Melilot, does not survive Azhar's prepared weapon. Its body falls and sinks into the water, adding to the disgusting soup of rot.
Two of the creatures pull out of the muck onto the slimy marble bath. The last one just moves forward, arms reaching for the woman who just headed through the door.
Lacedon2
Lacedon3 -57 destroyed
Jabe
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D = Lacedon (d = destroyed)
J = Big Lacedon
A = Azhar
C = Cassian (and Rygel)
G = Gravlax
M = Melilot
R = Rev
Y = Amaya
F = Fiosa
J = Janiven
L = Mathalen
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Azhar's smile turns to the pretty foreign girl with purple eyes. "No, not yet anyway, it just wants to be buried in all of you." he seems very nonchalant about it.
Amaya looks long and hard at Azhar choosing to keep a safe distance away from him, her eyes dark.
Cassian could not be less impressed. Either that, or he's just not listening."Sorry, that was a slight misstatement." Azhar says a little dryly, "It specifically did not include Cassian and my brother." His eyes glance at someone else in the group as well, though he does not name her.
| Melilot Took |
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Azhar's smile turns to the pretty foreign girl with purple eyes. "No, not yet anyway, it just wants to be buried in all of you." he seems very nonchalant about it.
Melilot observes.
"Sorry, that was a slight misstatement." Azhar says a little dryly, "It specifically did not include Cassian and my brother."
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| Melilot Took |
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He doesn't say it, but it's pretty clear on his face, unprofessional children…
Melilot favors Rev with an enigmatic smile.