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SEBASTIAN
Serdephe seemed quite happy to explain to Teverius why she perceived him as a villain, oblivious to his affront.
“You only arrive at night. You’ve gazed on me unclothed while lying with my wolves. You’ve put your hands on my undergarments. You’ve crept around following me.” She said matter-of-factly. “You’re far closer to a villain.”
He blanched. “It does sound rather awful when you word it such.”
“I don’t mind.” She went back to eating her meat.
And Teverius immediately missed her greasy little hands on his.
Sebastian sat in the corner blissfully intrigued by all he’d witnessed. When he could contain his curiosity no longer, he strolled over to their table. “You called for me?”
Teverius jerked, staring at his food as if afraid to look up. Which only brought Sebastian more joy.
Recognizing his voice, Teverius looked u
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Sebastian wondered briefly if Mardichi was steady enough on his feet to help him in, or if they’d both end up in a bruised heap. But a glance at the barbarian’s balanced stance assured him Mardichi was so accustomed to drink, that one meager cask was not enough to maintain his happy intoxication. That settled, Bast felt his stomach drop at the prospect of entering the castle to find the valkyrie’s disappointment. I can’t bear that crushed look of her. I should’ve hid in an inn room rather than partaken. “Oh.” Mardichi reared back as they pushed through the doors. “What ‘tis tha’ feeling?” “Her emotion.” “She has tha’?” Mardichi’s voice rose in surprise. Bast swallowed. There was an eerie silence in the castle that told him she was already asleep. He caught the faint sound of a girl crying. And the growl of an enraged man’s shouting. Though the words were indiscernible. An intermingled muttering of sound.
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