by Inspector_Javert » Sat Jun 14, 2014 6:37 am
"Alas, no"
He said, putting on a mock sad voice.
"We are all out of food"
"Och, quite messin' wit' the girl"
A voice reached them. It was heavily accented with a Scottish twang, yet the ammusment was not hard to hear. Reiven, a dark heard youth, was standing at the top of the stairs, a bemused look upon his face.
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