“I don’t want to see a single stain” hissed Daegond. He was sitting on a bench like a hunchback, both of his boots were on a stool and he was nibbling some nuts. Both of his arms were open wide to grip the bench rest. It was a sign of confidence. Overconfidence even. Too much confidence for the nature of Hall of Fire.
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