
The bard whistled softly at the sudden tense declarations of the red-haired Midlander, and leaned in a bit closer to the Miqo'te he'd been bantering with, and spoke in low tones.
"Here it comes, m'dear. Shall we consider some terms for wagers?"
"Here it comes, m'dear. Shall we consider some terms for wagers?"
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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