[Guren walks over, shutting the door to the room for even more protection, leaving his sword still leaning nearby. But he stops a few inches short of Dextera and the pile, still standing and staring down at them.]
You almost look too comfortable. Maybe my bed wasn't all that special, after all.
[Maybe Dextera is more comfortable here, surrounded by birds...]
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You almost look too comfortable. Maybe my bed wasn't all that special, after all.
[Maybe Dextera is more comfortable here, surrounded by birds...]