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Nivram
"You can not imagine the perils I had to brave, while fighting against that ferocious beast. I only barely survived." Nivram managed to say all that, with his expression remaining utterly serious. He bent down for his pack and lifted a dry shirt from it and slipped in on. His trousers would have to dry by the fire, since he was not going to take them off in the presence of a lady.
"So...what shall Mummy do with the fish? Roast it, fry it, marinate it, or some other horrible treatment?" It sure seemed to Nivram that Mummy was a nickname, which had the possibility of sticking with Isokla for quite some time.
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