"Well that was pretty damn non-committal, Aslief!" Vernique is so incensed she can't lay low any further. She flits about "Marlow, I've got no idea what kind of spells work in this turf, and I don't really care if it's the Crimson Bands of Cytorrak or the Pink Fuzzy Handcuffs of Truth, can you do something about his hands? I need him breathing!" And she'll flit her way right into the guy's face as her incredibly tiny superstrong hands grab him by the eyelids.
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