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Corruptsword
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"I would have proffered 5 years but I'll take months." Victor said. He sighed again and reluctantly continued down the stairs towards the bar. Coming down closer the the floor he saw Pete standing behind the counter with a disappointing look in his eyes, "What's the matter?" he said attempting to be cheeky but being foiled by more of his unearthly spluttering cough, "Not happy to see me so soon?" Victor turned away from the bald man and scanned the room, his gaze resting on Asura. He strode over towards him and the unfamiliar girl he was with, still coughing but this time covering his mouth to stop spraying everyone with his red mist.
As he approached he noticed the wet patch on the table in front of the girl. She was obviously not drunk enough to have spilled her drink and the far off look in her eyes told him almost the whole story. "Oh," some form of compassion came into his voice, "My dear, are you okay?"
As he approached he noticed the wet patch on the table in front of the girl. She was obviously not drunk enough to have spilled her drink and the far off look in her eyes told him almost the whole story. "Oh," some form of compassion came into his voice, "My dear, are you okay?"