My blade and my heart belongs to that of my master. Celeste spoke coldly and efficiently to the elven dignitary. It does not matter if the treaty states that we are free to go, I have sworn in oath to my master. She looks at you with fondness and walks behind you under your desk, placing her arms around your shoulders and kissing you on the cheek. My places by my masters side. After all, they are the only one worthy of me. She looks down her nose at the elven dignity with disgust.
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