Monsters? [ her eyes flicker for just a second as she paused to listen. Was Amshel nearby and she somehow missed him?
Poor Amshel.
Dear Amshel.
She expected more from you then this. After a second, several counted heartbeats, both hers and his, she turns into Karl, half smiling yet again. ] Just take me there then. Something nice, something tasty. Something young.
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Poor Amshel.
Dear Amshel.
She expected more from you then this. After a second, several counted heartbeats, both hers and his, she turns into Karl, half smiling yet again. ] Just take me there then. Something nice, something tasty. Something young.
[ and then she'll give Karl the dregs. ]