Midnight On The Bayou
Ky muttered under his breath, his frustration evident as he reached for a water bottle in the fridge.
Kael, musing aloud with a blend of disbelief and frustration, remarked, "You know, I always thought that guy couldn't spell 'dog' if you spotted him the 'o' and the 'g.' How in the fuck did he manage to figure out how to cast a dark magic spell... hell, multiple, really. We have no idea how far this goes back if it is true."
Noticing Kael's growing agitation as he stood up and started to pace, I turned my attention to Fabian, seeking his insight. "Could you look into Kael at this moment?" I inquired.
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