It sounds as though you don't care for it. I don't think I do either. That color hasn't an ounce of class. [His voice falls to a dead whisper as they pass a lady in the selfsame color. He presses a hand to his mouth, looking sardonically mournful.
They breach the Crozier proper now. Everything was in its proper place in a comforting way. And not terribly comforting as Emmanellain seemed to snap out of his hangover instantly and tried to lock eyes with Francel.]
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They breach the Crozier proper now. Everything was in its proper place in a comforting way. And not terribly comforting as Emmanellain seemed to snap out of his hangover instantly and tried to lock eyes with Francel.]