Wistrit
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- Oh, excellent. - Nell jumped to the table, eager to grab the remaining potion.
I probably won't drink it, though.
The Assassin searched the table for the knife that Nix had when he left the cell. Weapon, weapon, weapon, yes, come here, you damn piece of metal?
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made