Bringer Of Darkness
I hear you, Commander.
He bent his elbow over his armrest and closed his hand into a fist, resting his head on it sideways, tapping the index finger of the other on the armrest.
"I'm not interested in war stories," Barclay said in Mihdel's language, with his Cynemon accent. "The tense air is not for me, I have a damsel waiting for my hands." Then he got up. "With your permission," he said, turning to the commander, who nodded and the boy came out with great strides.
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