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The question, while warranted and fair, brought a scoff from the man of cream and gold, tail lashing behind him as he began to apply the herbs that he had retrieved. Loathe as he was to admit it, his attack had been a mistake, and while others would have been too proud to admit such things, Stjornuati hid from nothing. Blunt and brutally honest as always, he spoke in between the application of his treatments. You look as if hrææta. How you say, coyote? This one could not smell or see properly. An herb was dropped before the others nose, within easy reach of teeth. Chew.