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- "Tribe of Abomination" – that sounds powerful. Like the screech of nails on a chalkboard, or the sound of breaking glass. I think I'll use that as the title for one of my songs," Tifa says, listening to the sound of receding footsteps, and doesn't move an inch in her seated position. - "Aren't you at all afraid to be in my company, your Lordship? What if I eat you? Or what other assumptions might your Sir Fulrad have?"
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"Hmm..." - Voldemar tries to figure out what exactly is "between the slums and the artisans"... At the same time, he checks if his companions have finished their beer...
- So, where are you going? "Somewhere" – is that like "wherever your eyes lead you" or "where your intuition tells you"? - Voldemar smirked.
- Usually, when you're invited somewhere, they give you a more specific location...
-- Well, I guess... He'll probably meet me, show me around. If he doesn't forget.
-- Listen, why don't we walk you there? Otherwise, they'll forget about you and you'll freeze on the street again.
-- I don't know...