The Brucolac broke off talking urgently to two of his officers, a stern orcish woman and a much-tattooed human with a deep-furrowed brow, to greet Saber. The soldiers shared a look, bowed swiftly to her, and vanished to put into practice whatever the Brucolac had been bidding them to do.
"You're fucking good to turn up here," he said, flatly and as if brooking no argument. The only reason he didn't bow was so as not to waste time. "What do you wish to know?"
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The Brucolac broke off talking urgently to two of his officers, a stern orcish woman and a much-tattooed human with a deep-furrowed brow, to greet Saber. The soldiers shared a look, bowed swiftly to her, and vanished to put into practice whatever the Brucolac had been bidding them to do.
"You're fucking good to turn up here," he said, flatly and as if brooking no argument. The only reason he didn't bow was so as not to waste time. "What do you wish to know?"