Irovetti takes a flask from his belt and salutes with it in a jesting toast. "To you, . Now Pitax is your pain
Irovetti takes a flask from his belt and salutes with it in a jesting toast. "To you, . Now Pitax is your pain in the ass, and so is that fey slut. Farewell!"
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