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Would it be wiser to let Kartiel take his leave, or to try reconcile the two? Aegeas was being unreasonable at the moment, and Kartiel had become emotional, so I ...

Siren looked down. "Maa-hes said he was special." she said thoughtfully. After a moment of thinking it through, she looked up again, burdened by the weight of arcane knowledge. "Who ...

Boris cowered behind the wood pile more resolutely than before. Damascus... was a demon? He'd gone and made a real demon angry? This was...this was it. This was the end. ...

Consarn it, I wasn't even halfway through my third glass, yet, and already I found myself in the position of mediator. "We'rre all acquainted with love, now, therre's no reason ...

Siren hopped over to Maahes. "You...you are Maa-hes?" she said, suspiciously. She stood up close to him, and loudly 'hmmmmm'ed. She looked inside his right ear, then circled around behind ...

"As was I, but doess he notice when you say ssomething nice? No." I murmured under my breath.

"Ooooh," oohed Bleffles, in appreciation of the thematically appropriate bat flurry. She stopped to pick up Griffith's hat, and offered it to him as she walked through the doors, still ...

Having returned to the table, I took a long draught of Kartiel's wine. "He has excellent taste," I said, between sips, "And I take back everything uncouth I ever said ...

"Aegeas, once I return to that table, I fully intend to incapacitate myself, so if you want me to help you off the floor, it will have to be now."

I chuckled lightly at Aegeas, and moved to help him up. "Do you need some assistance, friend?" It was just as well he only caught me two glasses in. Otherwise, ...

"Why, why did you think that donating this possessed tea set to a thrift store was a good idea?" demanded Brian. "It could be useful to somebody." the middle aged ...

"We, we love you, too." I said feverishly, ruffling Damascus' hair.

Damascus went from looking frightened to very grave, quite suddenly, but Boris took no note of it. Until his eyes started glowing red. Boris froze, and went very pale. He ...

Kartiel's indignant fury was nourishment for my soul. Drinking his wine, wearing one of his curious, stretchy, future shirts, watching him lose more and more composure over Raiden breaking into ...

"Calm down, there aren't any bears! I was joking." Boris said, in between small bouts of laughter. He didn't even bother to question what Damascus had implied. He was just ...