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"Dos zhaun ji lotha," the dark elf smirked, "Whol uss ji s'gos." He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next. "Dosst maav'at zhah vel'bol il ycal pholor; dosst usstan'sargho vel'bol il jivvenn pholor." Brief satisfaction fills his face. "Dos phuul naut ilta eridok, dos phuul ilta klev."
Translations: Dos zhaun ji lotha (You know so little) ... Whol uss ji s'gos (For one so confident) ... Dosst maav'at zhah vel'bol il ycal pholor; dosst usstan'sargho vel'bol il jivvenn pholor (Your ignorance is what she feeds on; your arrogance what she plays on) ... Dos phuul naut ilta eridok, dos phuul ilta klev (You are not her heir, you are her pawn)
OOC: [img]graemlins/evilhaha.gif[/img]
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