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[ooc: Thanks, Deiter. It is already much better... back then, I couldn't even lie on my back or sit down at all and it was pure hell without painkillers (I didn't want to rely on them). What I find ironic is how Mistral can fight so competently while I'm in my condition here...hehehe...]
~In the silence of the room, Isabeau continues to watch her favourite companions: her beloved mistress, and this man of obviously lower intelligence. Aware of the tension in Mistral, she remains perched on the window ledge, waiting for the man's response... ~
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