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- He sees Imrud - I'm at the end of my rope, - Raphael hissed to his servant, filling out a form. - Do you know who's in the Airisufir prison? Minotaurs. Get it? MI-NO-TAURS. I'm carrying you, you little leech, on my back; if it weren't for me, you'd already be rotting in the sand, surrounded by scorpions. Nothing... You'll work it off, oh, you'll work it off. Go to work - and clean up the mess. Until you've worked it off, or until I decide you've learned your lesson. Sign here! - He made Alma draw her squiggle or cross or whatever it was and handed it to the manager along with the fine.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.