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Alliene stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowing. It was him. Pity her swords were in her room,
"So, I see my sister had mercy enough to allow you back here. I didn't think she possessed that much tolerance," she tied her drow's leash end through her belt loops and crossed her black arms beneath her glittering blood shells, eyes glinting dangerously, "I've heard a number of people crying. Two of which happen to be your elves. I truly hope you're not harming the poor things. They spent their whole lives in Riluaven, living under drow tyranny. I hope you're not replacing those tyrants,"
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