The Reaper of Won Shasot
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............The two Forcers sat in Dax's study, relics of all kinds hanging from the walls, or on shelves or desks. It was more than a step up from their old stomping grounds, from a time when they were still enemies of sorts, who would set aside their conflicts only for a few drinks. My, how things had changed. They weren't enemies any more, for one. In fact, they hadn't been enemies in quite a long time, and yet Dax still remembered them trying to stab each other. Additionally, they weren't just some knights or apprentices, or even just masters. They were, of course, still masters of their respective orders, but they were other things too. Regents, leaders of companies and corporations. They'd come a long way since their first meeting.
............The liquid went down smoothly, only the slightest sensation of warmth filling his belly. Dax looked at the amber liquid curiously, before setting the glass down on the table between himself and his companion with a quiet clinking sound. "Is all fancy alcohol like this?" Dax asked aloud. He never really drank this kind of stuff, despite definitely being able to afford. This particular bottle had been a bonus from a smuggling operation he'd ran a while back. There was a whole crate of the stuff on his ship due to that. He might have to start drinking it more often.
Kaalia Pavanos
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