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kukutux was left silently appalled by his warm familiarity. she did not know this word 'balls,' but suspected it was very crude, and his use of 'love' in the end of his sentence was almost too much for her. and yet his voice had been warm throughout; a trader coarsely praising a woman in his own way.

perhaps he had simply not been around enough wives. he would know how to properly speak to them then. there was a glow of something unknown in the duck's gaze as she surveyed how his sun-made eyes watched her. "t-tuathal black ... thorn," she stumbled. "i know the name of neverwinter. there is an agreement between our clans. it is peaceful but not kind." or so she had put together piecemeal.