Happy Life
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Filtering out the most disgusting of the calcitic curses he knew, he cheerfully walks over to the other side and leans against the counter, fixing his gaze on Zenkus:
- Hoo! Who do I have here? Not quite the face I expected to see. What brings you here? - if his gaze could kill, his colleague's head would now be trampled underfoot like an overripe watermelon.
- Hoo! Who do I have here? Not quite the face I expected to see. What brings you here? - if his gaze could kill, his colleague's head would now be trampled underfoot like an overripe watermelon.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
