the faeries shakes her head. “As if the Dragon would bother with you. Nae, ye are a plaything of greater powers still. But you don’t even know what ye’ve given up, do you?” “Given up? What do you mean?” “Ach. How would we explain it? What good can a slave do with the chains on their neck? But you put it on willingly, didn’t ye?” She looks at her companions and shakes her head again. “Your…classes, fool! Your levels and foolish things. You are a plaything, and you know not what that means or who plays this game.” And there it is. Part of the mystery, right there if only I was smart
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