They were true noblemen, men of the court. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. When she slipped off of it her head started to bob, filled with air. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily.
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