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... these. I hope you weren’t too inconvenienced?” Yor asked with an arched smile.
Tyron sat grimly in his workshop, the darkness only kept at bay by the small globe of light he had conjured.
“As grateful as I am for the service you’ve done for me, don’t you think it would be more appropriate to send word of your arrival? Rather than wake me in the middle of the night?”
Yor pouted and the Necromancer averted his eyes. Evil things shouldn’t look so appealing. It was wrong on ...
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