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Chapter 32Book 4: : The Spring Ball
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... ster Romero would appreciate it. If anything, he looked amused as the volume went up another notch. Ambassador Falith stood at the edge of the forming crowd, pulling at his horns and looking ready to pop.
I felt for the old beastfolk. I’d had to deal with quite a few drunken young firebrands in my past year of Ambassadorial work.
The scarred beastfolk, Marco, was gesticulating at the wineglass in his hand – it wasn’t wine, just a local cider – and was shouting something about mea ...
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