Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

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he turned aside at andraste's mention of his illness. "a little thing, no matter." for now he would not have her fussing about him; this was a meeting of diplomacy, not lovers, and he was determined to keep face before her followers. "have you young vones in this band?" the general inquired, ruff aplush with the full regalia of his station. "i vould expect any large kills to be shared between us, vith the children fed beforehand."
secretly mahler hoped that the urgency of the current period might sharpen andraste's own formality; for all their shared writhings and words, he must help diaspora to prevail at the cost of his own personal wants.