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A large metal tub had been dragged into Dimitri's chambers, hot water boiled over a fire had made the two occupants of the tent clean at least. Dimitri wearing a pair of Arakmatian silk pantaloons in a deep azure shade and a robe that hung loosely over his large frame. The hound from earlier which had long ago been given the name Drago sat happily in the corner, clean after its adventure gnawing on a bone that if one inspected very closely could almost be a human armbone, yet that would be preposterous....
"Come" came Dimitri's voice, he sat in his chair again before the tent flap freshly shaven and with his eyepatch a deep bergundy, his hair had grown quickly and now covered his tattoo upon his head though it was far from long.
"Come to me." It was a simple request accompanied by a small smile that told of his genuine desire to spend time with her. As she entered Drago barked out a greeting and beat his tail as he stood before slumping back down upon his paws and getting back to his bone.
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