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~Spits at the fallen form of Sephorith, pulling a 3-pointed dagger from her boot she dips it in what looks to be poison. She takes careful aim and throws the dagger through his outstretched unconcious hand.~ "Serves you right, bastard." ~Proceeds to pick the body up, haul it outside and drill a similar dagger into Sephorith's other hand.~ "Let's pray you make good fertilizer." ~Walks back in and slumps into a chair. Sighing heavily and re-sheathing her sword, looking a Dieter~ "You just saved the whole restaurant from a spork-wielding imp. What would I do without you?"
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