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The craftsman silently sells Erika her goods.
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– Massage, you say... – Camistella pondered. – I don't think anyone in this mansion will give me the kind of massage I'd like right now. The nearest skilled practitioners have safely fled the capital since the war began. Alright, you're free to go! You can probably take a break too. The Calcite raiders are unlikely to return anytime soon.
Like Erika's craftsman, Erish silently obeys Camistella's wish and leaves. And where is that Phainant with his skirmishers when he's so needed?
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—Ha-ha-ha. Want to catch a reaction? You won't. —clutching the photograph in his hand, he returns home and slams the door.
—Here's a clear example of the difference between psychopathy in men and women, Chereshenka. Ugh, I didn't think Tann would look more respectable against someone else's background, but I guess everything is relative.
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