Ple-Sen
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Guyon just shrugged.
“He’s got his eyes on his backside, that’s what’s wrong with him,” Beata snorted. “In Carneol, everyone is beautiful, both men and women, each one better than the last. Guyon is, of course, in a league of his own, but I’m biased.”
“Maybe we should ask the Minister of Culture? It can’t be that there are only three musicians in all of Margel…” Guyon suggested.
“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. You go ahead to Carneol, Guyon and I will have a few words with her and follow you. The other artists should be arriving there too…”
Biba and Boba run up to the Minister of Culture with hope in their eyes.
Having reasoned like this, the inquisitor headed straight for headquarters to alleviate Erephir’s loneliness. However, perhaps the redhead was even glad for a few moments of solitude right now.