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- Art requires sacrifice, - Nifa'el-kun put the gag back in place and nodded to his comrade.
- Sacrifice yourself, idiot! - She stuck her tongue out at him and headed to another room, but before leaving, she finished her thought. - Draw there, I don't know, a picture of your suicide and then bring it to life!
When she ran away, Inar just shrugged.
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Valdemar, no less pompously, slung a bare blade over his shoulder, preparing to strike with a sweeping motion, and raised his left fist high – meaning he was fully ready, but the fight hadn't started yet. Alm was in the distance, the others – at a polite distance, within striking range of the blade. There was still time to cut him down – and such bravado deserved to be acknowledged.
It was unlikely that nudity could embarrass someone who had seen the orgies of Lisliar's elite. Valdemar simply examined the width of the man's chest and shoulder girdle, assessing who he was dealing with.
- You dared to come here. I will ask a more meaningful question: who are you, and why are you here?
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Mirastir was extremely surprised. Offended. But he still pulled himself together. After all, this could be a bad joke. Moreover, it was a woman, and it was not worthy of a gentleman to offend a woman with anger.
- Madam, with all due respect, I am now a soldier, and in general a mercenary, and I am afraid that this is not within the scope of my competence, - he said softly. - If you do not want me to take on a side job, then so be it, I serve Airisufir.