Ple-Sen
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The feast was gradually coming to an end. Some were going to sleep. Some had already fallen asleep at the feast table, embracing a bottle of liquor. And some were enjoying the evening scenery. At that moment, Aldric and Rheinheld were lying in each other's arms in their tent.
— It brings back memories, doesn't it? — Rheinheld said thoughtfully, staring at the tent ceiling.
— Perhaps, — Aldric agreed. — It's almost like that time.
— Except we're older now, and "Niflheim" is not "The Pack" after all, — the swordswoman sniffed, — and I didn't smell of alcohol back then.
— Not "The Pack," of course. But they are similar. They made a good impression. I wouldn't mind meeting them again, in such a friendly setting.
— It sounds like you wouldn't mind joining their ranks! — Rheinheld's voice had teasing notes, and a sly smile spread across her face.
Let us die.
— It brings back memories, doesn't it? — Rheinheld said thoughtfully, staring at the tent ceiling.
— Perhaps, — Aldric agreed. — It's almost like that time.
— Except we're older now, and "Niflheim" is not "The Pack" after all, — the swordswoman sniffed, — and I didn't smell of alcohol back then.
— Not "The Pack," of course. But they are similar. They made a good impression. I wouldn't mind meeting them again, in such a friendly setting.
— It sounds like you wouldn't mind joining their ranks! — Rheinheld's voice had teasing notes, and a sly smile spread across her face.
Let us die.