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*GROWL!
*GROWL!
"Do you two ever shut up? Your beasts can barely bear with such yip yapping." The masculine voice of Drey could be heard, as he scowled at the two behind him. A young slaver and leader he was, having learnt all he knew from his mentors, the four brothers— especially Tham. His loyalty was solely to the Ferns, these ferns of course.
"We barely ever get out of the base, a little freedom wouldn't hurt." One of them protested, the other joining in. "My eyes can't wait to see the beauty of the great fortress of pleasure."
"Hah, are you sure you're thinking about buildings here? I'm fine with juicing you boys up on the beauties of Renville, but no telling on me here or else..."
"Hahaha, trust us on that Drey— right?"
"Of course Drey, tell us how many you've had?"
"Had? Would that ever be possible? Didn't you see me back there. Poor me almost got killed merely feasting my eyes."
"Hahaha!!" The trio broke into a round of laughter together.
