“He’s loving this,” Connor complained to Matt, who remained expressionless.
Becker raised his sword and solemnly swore to slay the fearsome monster. Or, at least, send it back through the anomaly.
“Surely you must be a prince,” one of the ladies of the court sighed, and Becker looked even more smug.
“Prince of the gits,” Connor muttered.
“The Geats?
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Well done, m'lady!
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Sporfles - Becker would be lapping it up, indeed!
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