”“So your K’Shari is not ever-present,” Tristan mused. “Until next time,” he said. I think she's about the sweetest little girl in the world. Without turning around, he knew that Tyranny was approaching.
But as he came up, the consul producedanother dagger from inside the folds of his severed robe and thrust its blade straight towardTristan’s neck. They are gone now. Instead, he chose to reply physically, rather thanverbally. He closed his eyes.
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