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“ All your damn fault, Machiavelli,” Dee growled as they continued stomping through the snowy Shadwowrealm.
He rolled his eyes with a sigh in response. “How, exactly, was I to know that our entrance had triggered a trap? Certainly neither of our masters did.” The frustration radiated off of him, literally so as his aura flickered to life around him. “ W e still need to seek shelter. This weather is unnatural.”
“ Yes,” he agreed, dragging Machiavelli with him into a cave. It was shelter, at least. “Huddle with me,” he suggested with a smirk. “Less energy.”
Machiavelli rolled his eyes. “Fucking fine.”