“Max, what’s this?” He pointed to his tent. I knew this was not going anywhere in my favor. “I’d love to play this game, but I have all kinds of important things to do.” “This is a tent. A shelter constructed of fabric. Fabric is a material not known for its sound-dampening qualities.” He said all of this in that perpetually smooth, calm voice, but his tired eyes glittered with laughter. “You’re lucky that I’m the only one close enough to hear.” The thought of Zeryth—or Nura— I cringed and tried not to show it. “Firstly, I am a gentleman and therefore, again, I have no idea what you’re
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POOR SAM LOL
