[you know that one escort fate in costa del sol? yeah.
it feels like the thousand-thousandth time alfeoux has taken this miqo'te wench to her client, and by now, he's getting sick of it. his movements are mechanical: when another set of aquatic beasts rise up from the ocean depths — drawn by the girl's perfume, perhaps, or her succulent flesh or something else — alfeoux has his arrows nocked and his bow drawn before the bloodshore bells even have time to float through the air.
pull, release. an oversized jellyfish deflates.
there is another bell behind his back, snaking its long tentacles in his direction — but by the time he turns, fully intent on backstepping and loosing another deadly bolt in its direction, the beast is felled. and alfeoux, far from being grateful, instead glares daggers at trisselle, who may or may not have killed the thing but is nevertheless standing behind it —]
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it feels like the thousand-thousandth time alfeoux has taken this miqo'te wench to her client, and by now, he's getting sick of it. his movements are mechanical: when another set of aquatic beasts rise up from the ocean depths — drawn by the girl's perfume, perhaps, or her succulent flesh or something else — alfeoux has his arrows nocked and his bow drawn before the bloodshore bells even have time to float through the air.
pull, release. an oversized jellyfish deflates.
there is another bell behind his back, snaking its long tentacles in his direction — but by the time he turns, fully intent on backstepping and loosing another deadly bolt in its direction, the beast is felled. and alfeoux, far from being grateful, instead glares daggers at trisselle, who may or may not have killed the thing but is nevertheless standing behind it —]
Do you think I can't handle myself?