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“It can be both,” Red Mage pointed out calmly to his incensed fellow mage, leaning back in his chair.
“With you two? It’s definitely both,” Thief, sitting across from him, didn’t even bother looking up from counting money.
“Oh, you can both just fuck RIGHT THE HELL off!” Black Mage could feel his face burning hot as he stomped out of the tent and considered it a small mercy that the non-euclidean shadows obscured that redness from those chucklefucks.
Fighter watched him go with a quizzical smile before glancing to the others. “Who are we talking about again?”
