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[Ysengrin wakes up for the first time in his room, which is devoid of anything tree-like. The weak wolf body trembles, not used to the burden, as Ysengrin pushes himself upright.]
No trees... *Hff hff* Ugh, it reeks of technology... Have the humans of the court gone mad to capture me like this?! *Growl* You will pay for this insolence! Return me to the forest at once!
[Ysengrin then starts wheezing from the effort of standing too long.]
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[Ysengrin reluctantly uses the filthy technology to communicate.]
Do they think I am a dog? Some pet that does tricks for its master? They deal with things far beyond their limited grasp, and deserve their horrible little deaths when things inevitably go awry.