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A very pretty name, indeed, Machiavelli responded with a nod of approval. As the pair rounded a corner, he spared a brief glance over his shoulder, ensuring the antler he had left behind was safely positioned. With a satisfied nod, he redirected his attention to the conversation at hand, Let us hope my little gift remains where it was left. If not, I dare say the current adventure will be worth the sacrifice, won't it?

Me? A beastie? The piebald man echoed with a hearty laugh. Hmm, perhaps you're onto something. I suppose I am—the very worst kind, he teased with a devilish smile. My name is Machiavelli, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Safiya.

Is there anything in particular you'd like for breakfast?