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8.01.5.2.1-2
🕑 Added 2023-02-15 02:00:01 +0000 UTC5.2 Carriage
“Your carriage awaits, my prince.”
Assawin nodded Graisingh’s attention
in the direction of the three riders that
had arrived. “Made for a Sehanagara
Prince.”
It was a cage.
“Fit for a dog…,” Assawin laughed.
“Move ya fuckin’ arse!” One of the
riders had grabbed Graisingh by the
scruff of the neck.
But Graisingh’s hackles were up. He
held back, snarling furious into the
rough henchman’s face. He didn’t
flinch.
Other hand slapped Graisingh.
Catching him with the full force of a
forearm punch across the chest.
Targeting the burn marks, raw and
puckered.
