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Calaethis laughed at the young elf "Do you really expect her to buy that? You'll be lucky if she simply thrashes you," he glanced at his cousin, "forgive me cousin, you were saying?" he winked at Dameon "Of course we torture them, but we *could* start out by thrashing this one, he is only a child after all, and once you've flogged him soundly, he might be willing to talk, especially after hes seen that your not afraid to apply psychial pain to him." Calaethis' grin was wolfish.
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