Seferia strolled out into the open from a nearby Inn. She had her arms crossed as she made her entrance. Once she could see Kalysto, she released a quick whistle in order to call Sebek over to her side.
“Who said that I was sicking him on you?” the supposed blood-elf drolled out.
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“Hrm..,” Noemi hummed as she considered the General’s words. After a bit, she leaned in close to him. “I’m always feeling lucky.”