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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 6:40:55 GMT -5
Lachryma cautiously nudges the sleeping man with her foot.
"He is trustworthy? I not wake up dead in this place?"
She turns to the armed man beside her and tilts her head to the side.
"You don't remember the Czarina?"
She looks happy for a moment, then resumes her hunted expression.
"Well, name is Lachryma, Priz-man. When do I get pistol back?"
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