by Lord Bellious on Tue Jun 18, 2019 9:38 am
"It's quite likely indeed." Moyr replied, having been silent for a while, giving no indication if she was joking or not. "I suffer few distractions in times like these. Which reminds me, I have some business to attend to here. We can speak later, Colonel."
Moyr tossed her lekku to the back an walked away.
/exit
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