"I've taken the liberty of borrowing this." The Lord Ruler pulls a small brass spike from his left leg. "You, stick it into Vahriakre's leg, right there. And you with the atrocious fashion sense, once it's in store your memory of my name in this piece of copper. And Promise's too, but tell me what it is first."
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Date: 2015-02-06 03:34 am (UTC)