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Zazutobi
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 22, 2021
Khanzhar had a deliciously evil idea seeing the fruit rot in quick succession like it did. Grabbing some fabric she tied up another one and hung it from a spike on her armor. The inquisitor could lick her ass for all Khanzhar cared about things outside of her contract. For an Incubus a contract and loyalty were absolutes, but it didnt mean she had any obligation to go above and beyond for the mon-keigh.
Moving along the chambers they found a babbling woman kneeling by a corpse of a man. She appeared to be a servant, a fancy one if her disgusting mon-keigh apparel was any indication. "Oh look, another mon-keigh sobbing in a room with a corpse. It almost feels like one of your churches." Khanzhar said with all the flippant disregard a drukhari could muster.
Moving along the chambers they found a babbling woman kneeling by a corpse of a man. She appeared to be a servant, a fancy one if her disgusting mon-keigh apparel was any indication. "Oh look, another mon-keigh sobbing in a room with a corpse. It almost feels like one of your churches." Khanzhar said with all the flippant disregard a drukhari could muster.