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”The Matron will be pleased to hear of your decision,” Meiroth said politely, taking the letter and folding it into the pocket of his vest. His lips were tight as he spoke, trying to conceal the sharpened fangs beneath. It gave his words a quiet, resonant quality. ”I will take my leave, my lady. Enjoy your nap.” With a nod of his head, Meiroth retreated from the room and headed home to deliver his news.
OOC: Alright, think this thread is done so I'm unsubscribing - let me know if I need to reverse that!
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