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Chúdan glances across the path at his companion, the sound of the fading footsteps echoing in the now empty courtyard. Their party disbanded, and their quest incomplete, the pair now sit at a crossroad.
When the Hounds have finished their feast, you give them dessert
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Washed with Dew
The sran hums deliriously as he lays beneath his master. “I am… tired, after that. As if I worked much harder.” He is shaking gently, too, though he doesn’t notice.