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[Castor surveys his club from a slightly elevated chair, sitting like some sort of royalty with his feet crossed and his posture absolutely perfect. He absently strokes the small Fennec fox curled in his lap with one hand, the other clasped around his customary drink. His cane rests against his chair and one foot taps in time with the music.]
Hmmm. Emptier than usual tonight. And it seems there are a good deal of these...daemon creatures about
[The fox rolls her eyes, snuggling more comfortably in his lap. See what she has to deal with? Her color blends in almost perfectly to Castor's clothes, making it hard to see any part of her but her large ears.]
Hmmm. Emptier than usual tonight. And it seems there are a good deal of these...daemon creatures about
[The fox rolls her eyes, snuggling more comfortably in his lap. See what she has to deal with? Her color blends in almost perfectly to Castor's clothes, making it hard to see any part of her but her large ears.]