[ It smells less putrid than a battlefield is all Emet-Selch really cares about right now. He brushes back his fringe, no longer caring if it smears a little more blood into the strands. ]
'Tis truly fortunate the hydra concept was never approved, [ he mutters. ] What a horrid beast.
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'Tis truly fortunate the hydra concept was never approved, [ he mutters. ] What a horrid beast.