Moray blinks, slowly, as if trying to comprehend something.
"Dear Princess, you are simply confused by your time among the surface dwellers. Once I do away with this distraction, all will be well. The council has issued its decision already." He snorts, seemingly pleased with himself.
"Those other miscreants will surely regret allowing me to go first."
He attacks Mason again.
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