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The White Cloak only glared back, unable to speak.
"Come now Ailurin, don't patronize the poor man," Ladisha winked and finished her last sip of wine, "Why don't we make him comfortable until we leave?" Thick weaves of Air shot from her and lifted the White Cloak up, carrying him up the stairs and into their rooms. She settled the man carefuly on the carpet and let the gag of Air vanish from his mouth. The White Cloak was to stunned by her actions to say anything, just as Ladisha wanted it,
"Come, Ailurin, let us play a game of stones to pass the time," she opened a drawer in her witing table and pulled out the board with a grin.
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