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He just stood infront of this white devil…they just stared at each other.....
“What do you want? And who are you?”
No answer…
Kcalb marched up to this weird intruder who was breaking into his home…and didn’t answer his questions. Who do he thinks he is....
The intruder staggered and then fell flat on his face…
“You ok man?”
The intruder replied back with a “yeah”
A orange haired woman sigh.
“Emalf , please help me carry Lord Ivlis home…he has been drinking 8 bottles of fireballs to drink his problems away again…he’s now has fainted.”
Kcalb felt concerned for this strange devil…why did he need to drink so heavily perhaps that's a question for another time