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Nivram
Nivram chuckled at Isokla's last comment.
"You do realise that it has been more than twenty years, since I had last been called a boy, Isokla?" - he asked, grinning wildly. "I'm trying to decide whether you were simply being sarcastic in reply to me, or whether you really misunderstood what I had said, but from the way you said it, I think I'll go with the latter."
Nivram put down his pack, containing his meager posessions.
"I trust you'll keep an eye on it, while I leave the two of you to discuss, whatever it is you wish to discuss. Meanwhile..." he let his voice come out high pitched, far from what it usually was "I'll be a good boy, and bring back some nice fish. Will that be good for mummy?"
Nivram grinned, and turned upstream, walking close to the riverbank, wondering what the hell he would be able to catch fish with.
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