Bite me, Twice
But then, it was over-due.
I took the few nervous steps to sit opposite him at the table, setting my pile of histories down on the polished wood. We faced each other, both with lips on the verge of smiling, but neither one brave enough to do so.
"What are you reading?" he asked, if only to break the silence.
"The Helgan Histories and Prophecies,"
"Ah," now he smiled broadly, "You'll be very familiar with all of those tales of course, but the prose is so excellent that they're always worth returning to."
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