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The wolf, ram and hart seemed different on this day. There was something in this place, something that hadn't been here before, but it had some familiarity to it at the same time. As I walked the halls, much like a ghost, no one seemed to notice me anymore. There was talk, as always, of death, of secrets, of things that the humans here wanted to
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"Here to teach me more about the world?" she said.
"Dunno, pet. Seemed we had quite a good lesson earlier," I said, smirking slightly. Wasn't quite sure how to deal with the whole post-shagging thing. Humour was probably safest, though it might piss off Her Majesty. One never knew with Illyria.
She looked around, her eyes moving in their quick, perceptive way.
"The humans in this place... they show no regard for us. We could crush them if we chose to, we are stronger then they are and yet, they show no regard. I find that irritating, as well as when they speak in hushed voices behind closed doors. A house of death, it's what this place is."
"Don't underestimate humans," I said. "There's more of 'em than of us. They'll always win. That's why they're the masters of this world." It must get to her. She had been a god, and now... she was just a relic of a world that's gone. "But yeah, these people aren't exactly a good example of the species. Sneaky bastards, most of 'em. I don't reckon Wolfram and Hart mean good for any of us. We need to be careful, I think."
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