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Sevatar's hands in their red dress gloves are balled into fists. "I may not be good company tonight," he says mildly.
Rushal nods. He can observe these things. He takes off his boots and then his tunic, leaving himself in only his Eighth Legion-issued trousers. He ties his hair back, rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck. He beckons to Sevatar.