Ple-Sen
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Reinhold kicked a stool that happened to be under his feet, or rather, what was left of it.
"Excellent, I don't even have decent clothes."
However, the destruction of what little remained of the inn was interrupted by an indistinct mumbling from Maya. Not believing his eyes, Trast pinched himself to check if he was dreaming. But no, the battle mage was not asleep; before him was indeed an imperial general who had the idea to lick one of the crystals. Unable to watch this simultaneously pathetic and comical sight, Reinhold covered his face with his hand.
"Excellent, I don't even have decent clothes."
However, the destruction of what little remained of the inn was interrupted by an indistinct mumbling from Maya. Not believing his eyes, Trast pinched himself to check if he was dreaming. But no, the battle mage was not asleep; before him was indeed an imperial general who had the idea to lick one of the crystals. Unable to watch this simultaneously pathetic and comical sight, Reinhold covered his face with his hand.