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Rezara studied in detail how a huge... steak went down the throat of Sir Gingkink Ardelysot, and sighed heavily.
– That's possible. But Lord Afortek is wise. He couldn't have fallen into such an obvious trap, could he? – Rezara thought highly of the lord. – Your father has seen many monsters in his lifetime, and he's certainly no stranger to the treachery of anything that is even slightly distinguishable from a man.
And as for the treachery of anything that looks completely human, that goes without saying.
- Let's hope so.
A Knight of Perfection rides up to the pair - Lorican Dalesid.
- Lady Adata, Lady Emsia desires your presence.
- Whatever she desires. If she needs something - let her use her own legs. - Adata's foul mood had not improved. - You know what, my lord Lorican, how did you come by such a title? There's nothing remotely perfect about you, as far as I can see.
- That is the mystery of my life to me as well, my lady.
- Hmph. Even insults you react to with dullness. Be off with you.
- As you wish, my lady.
The Perfect one leaves.