IC: 'Yuk', Borso thought to himself. He could smell the Vykker's breath. It was like a mix between burnt meat and minty mouthwash. Borso allowed Opril to let go before continuing. "Be that as it may, orders are orders".
Borso listened to Anni. 'Technically it is an animal. It's OUR animal', he thought.
Borso sighed, 'I had better follow Flad... I suppose.'
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