Ah... [Grace is, once again, in a hotel of some kind. She sits, quite comfortably, as what looks like a large
fox paces in front of her. He pauses every few seconds, sniffing the air, flicking his tail.]
How am I going to hide this brute, I wonder? [The daemon pauses, gives a harsh barking laugh and then continues to pace. Grace shoots him a look
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