Looking down on Celia and gently rubbing her arm, Galen nodded and answered, "Yeah, let's get out of here."
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A nervous tremble had Dee's tail vibrating as she stood in the castle dining hall. Drow were seated against the wall, tending to wounded or their equipment while another one of them sat at the long table with the crown prince. Several of the city guard were here as well, though they weren't raising their swords to the Elves among them nor paying her any mind.
Then there was that blond Neko man, Petra's friend, standing by the door to the hall. A real charmer he was. Stoic, stone faced, short in his answers. She could hardly get a sentence out of him any time she asked a question. He wouldn't even acknowledge her when she asked about Petra.
What was that Assassin thi
