The word echoed in the air as if it were a serious accusation - or worse, an inconvenient truth.
Samira blinked, stunned. "C-civic?!" she repeated, almost tripping over her own voice, as if the mere sound of the word burned her tongue. "Me?! Don't be ridiculous, Strax!"
He just stared at her, still with that damn smile in his corner, as if he were watching a show just for him. "Oh, I see. So you break into the guild, blow up half the entrance, knock out about fifteen members, kick in the door and start shouting about Rogue... just because you're angry, right? And you say you're not jealous." He teased, keeping his smile.
