~Killing Spree grins at Larry's enthusiastic welcoming of 'Nightblade'. She then sits down quietly, fingering at the intricate hilt of her new scimitar. She re-sheaths the blade and wonders where Deiter is. She puts it aside in her mind and looks behind Past's patch. She sighs and whispers.~ "I don't think you're ever going to see out of that one again bud..." ~The wolf licks her chin and the half-elf laughs.~ "You don't care, just so long as it dosen't interfere with that big stomach of yours." ~She pulls a small bag from her cloak, taking a shred of dried meat and dangling it above the wolf's head. The wolf looks and whimpers. She chuckles and gives him the meat, standing up and dusting herself off.~
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"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
