01-29-2017, 01:13 AM
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"Right. So we chase them out." He had a devilish grin on his features--though not a particularly violent man, at least not often--like most badlanders, he had a streak of aggression. He wouldn't have survived otherwise, and it was an acquired taste, but there it was. "Well, let's not waste time waffling, darlings." He took out his own knife, a gleaming, long blade--about ten inches--and headed up, next to Sel. "Do the honors? Or would you like me to kick the door in for you, honey?"
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