Out of the Crate, Into the Cobras.

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Kafh-en-ma-nofre smiled at [member="Thiavi"] when she reassured him that everyone missed their first shot with a NN-14 the young man watched as she picked up the blaster and dusted it off with her pants. She explained again that the recoil was terrible, and suggested that he used two hands. Ka nodded.

"Of course." Kafh said simply as he accepted the blaster and took aim again. This time with two hands. He took a breath and took aim at the lowest, closest bottle. His grip tight, and form relaxed. The man let out his breath and fired a shot at the last second. This time Kafh was ready for the kickback. He watched as the bolt shot straight through the bottle. Kafh smiled wildly. "Heh I guess I did it. I appreciate the vote of confidence Thiavi. It actually helped a lot. Rarely has anyone ever truly believed in me. Unless you know it was believing in me for cleaning the kitchen or making dinner." He joked.

 

[Thiavi]

"It's no problem, everyone needs a little support every now and then, yes?"
"If it makes you feel any better, No believes in me when I'm in the kitchen. And they're right to do so" She laughs.

Thiavi brings her rifle back up, lining up a shot on the second of her bottles. with a quick *click click* She prepares the elver action rifle for another, and takes a deep breath. another loud and bright shot zips through the air and takes the very top off the bottle, followed by another *Click click* as she sucks in, another shot going out with her breath, this time shattering the the base of the furthest bottle on her side of the makeshift range.

"There's another thing you should know. Headshots are for show offs, If you have to hit something, Aim for whatever's biggest, like the chest. You're more likely to hit and hit faster, the more you hit the faster you can bring a group down, they go hand and in hand"

She jerks the lever down with another click and shakes out the small power cell, placing at on the mobile charger mounted to her back. she then pulls another, fresh cell from her belt before placing it in the rifle and jerking the lever back up. Now that she was loaded up, she turned to ka to watch him again.

"one down, two bottles to go"

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

"Y-yes I guess you're right." Ka said as he watched the woman quickly destroy her other bottles. She explained that it was easier aiming for a big target. To Kafh it made sense, why aim for a small target when you can aim for their body. Allowing you to get more shots out, in turn taking out groups of people quicker.

"Two more bottles..." Ka said as he readied himself again, taking aim of the next farthest target. Doing the exact same thing he did earlier, the young man fired off another shot, just barely hitting the bottle. He lowered the blaster and turned to [member="Thiavi"]

"Guess I'm not going to get this in a day huh?" Kafh said with a small grin. He looked to the ground for a second. "If I may ask Ms, what did you do as a slave? I can't imagine it was cooking." Ka said with a grin.

[member="Thiavi"]

 

[Thiavi]

Thiavi watched carefully as he took another shot, just barely a hit by the look of it. "suppose not, but few people do, so don't beat yourself up over it. It took me years of practice, and a little.. motivation.."

Then he asked her what her role as a slave was. something she'd hoped to avoid, for awhile at least. She could always make the excuse that it wasn't his business, but the fact was that had considered helping her before, and helping someone who gave rude remarks for answers wasn't likely, and He'd already told her more or less what he did, making it even more rude to leave him unanswered.

"I started as a miner on klatooine" She sighs "It was terrible, but short. Then we were sold to another owner who traveled across the galaxy on his stupid yacht. Most of us became "Dancers" around then. i'm bad at it, really bad.. We mostly just moved around, we were there for looks"

She stopped in thought for a moment, remembering the whole ordeal. It wasn't her proudest moment, but at least it wasn't her worst.

"I started stealing things. his locks were old, not hard to crack if know a little bit about the wiring. Eventually I was caught, punished, and sold. That's when I ended up here. i'd been sold to Duula the hutt. I was pretty sick of it all, thought I could end it all and take someone with me, why not take the hutt down? So I yanked a rifle away and started shooting. I wasn't as good then, but i was still a decent shot, took out as few before the hutt got smart and popped some kind of shield. slemo saved himself. He liked it, hutts are like that sometimes, they recognize potential, even if that potential gets their men killed, they don't care. So he told me that he saw this "Potential" and that I wasn't going to be executed like most. Next thing I know, I'm in some kind of circus, a ray shield between me and the hutt's patrons, cooped up in there with everything from practice dummies to beasts, and a shock collar that went off when I missed... It took me bit, but I stopped missing. guess negative reinforcement does work, huh?"

And there it was, thiavi's life story. Well, most of it anyway. Thiavi yawns slightly, looking up at the moon for a moment. She was getting tired, it had been a long day in the desert, but this was also a perfect opportunity to change the subject

"It's been a long day. long five years too" she half chuckles "Lets head into town, maybe rent a room? I think I stole enough to get us somewhere cool and comfortable for the night. You could tell me what you did aside from cooking, and we can practice more in the morning. sound good?"

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Kafh-en-ma-nofre nodded and held out the blaster to her by the muzzle. "I thank you Ms. Thiavi for helping me learn to shoot. He quieted and listened to the woman's story. She explained that she was for a short time a miner, then she got sold and became a dancer. That resonated with Ka, he knew the feeling all too well, being in front of masters just for looks, keeping your gaze low to avoid all the unwanted attention. From there she got sold to a Hutt and that's where she started to train with her blaster, well by train shocked into it.

Thiavi said that it was enough practice for the day and that they'd rent a place to stay for the night. Kafh-en-ma-nofre nodded, waiting for her to lead the way.

Five years was a hell of a long time, she had asked what else he did besides cooking and the young man looked to her. Stepping to follow as they made their way towards the town.


"Aside from cooking, I preformed for my masters, just like you in a way. Elegant dances in front of Anubian nobles, you had to be graceful or you'd end up getting prodded and shocked. I know the feeling of lustful gazes." Ka sighed. Pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts. "I've always enjoyed dancing. Though I'm not used to acknowledging people, was always taught to keep my head down. You think a Hutt is creepy, try having a 10 foot tall Anubian call you her precious and how I was going to be forever hers." Ka shuttered at the thought.

Kafh smiled. "So yeah I'm not only a cook but a dancer as well."

[member="Thiavi"]

 

[Thiavi]

So, He can cook and dance better than me? she thought, slightly amused. the thought of the anubians though, that creeped her out a little. She'd seen depictions of them, even heard of anubians in the clans of mandalore, but she'd never seen one for herself.

"Anubians huh. Like the.. Dog, things?" she thought about it for a moment, 10 foot tall was about three feet more than her droid companion who was watching the camp right now, and she'd always felt small when thinking about his height.

"the art always made them look so spindly.. I don't like it"

She continued into town, passing through the outskirts made from sandstone or mud housing similar to the stadium, small dome like houses, circular structures dug into the ground itself, moisture farms and towers dotting the landscape, along with the occasionsal power droid, or a jawa skulking around in the night. All the while thiavi was searching for an Inn of sorts, if she remembered correctly, there should be one nearby

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Dancing and cooking, probably his favorite things to do in his free time, even if it reminded him of home.

Ka smiled, they did look like dog people didn't they? "I think it's more of a Jackal. But yeah pretty much the same. But the art doesn't do them Justice, they're actually pretty muscular in person, very expensive tastes too. I myself find them to be beautiful creatures, too bad their views are warped." Ka said with a slight smile. As they walked through the town, the architecture of the town reminded him a bit of home, well mostly the sand, but still. He looked over to the woman, she was searching for the inn.

"I'm sorry you were forced into that life. Being born in it, I didn't really have much of a problem, I didn't have freedom to begin with. But to have it taken away from you...must have been terrible. Having been free for only a few hours has changed my whole perspective, I'm glad to have gotten off that planet. Even if I left my family behind." Ka said a bit saddened by the idea.

[member="Thiavi"]

 

[Thiavi]

"Jackals with expensive tastes huh? Sounds about right" She chuckled, It was a good metaphor for all slave owners. politicians too, but that was thought for another time.

"I'm sorry, I hope one day you can return to them, Under better circumstances. I know what it's like to live without a family. But let's talk about something else, eh?"
It was better to change the subject in her opinion, lingering on those thoughts wouldn't do either of them any good.

"Art's pretty fifty fifty, I find. Some artists can make lifelike portrait, some are more like a children's holobook. I'm somewhere in between" she laughed "I'm not very good, but I've done a bit of mandalorian cubism. We've got better art than that of course, I'm just not good enough to paint them"

Note to self, give K3 another paint job. "I'm better with designs that don't need to convey a meaning through the shapes, Like my armor here, it's all custom painted. In mandalorian culture, color coveys more meaning than shapes" she points to her chestplate

"blue represents reliability" She then points to one of the greenish stripes on her helmet "Green is for duty, but sometimes it depends on the shade. some say that erin, my shade, Represents the desire for peace. Not the usual kind of peace mind you, Mandalorians must always fight, but it depends on how you interpret peace. I believe it represents the desire for something more akin to inner peace. I know, I know, I sound like some kind of jedi right now"

Just then, the Inn came into view. an old establishment that had been there since she was here last, One who's owner hadn't realized that thiavi was a slave when they last saw her, One where they might be safe for the night. the sign read "The smiling rancor"

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Ka nodded, that's exactly what it was. Greedy and fat off their power. The young man shook his head as they continued to walk. Thiavi gave her apologies and hoped he could return home under better circumstances. Kafh smiled. "I appreciate it, very much. But I don't see myself returning home, my family is safer that way." He said with a sad tone. Luckily Thiavi changed the subject back to art.

"I am not one for painting, but I do see the beauty in art. I believe that even if someone paints or draws like a child, they still try to convey their meaning through the piece. You may not be very good, but if it's meaningful to you...that's what counts." Ka gave a smile. The woman began explaining the meaning behind the different colors painted on her armor. Reliability, duty, desire for peace. She explained that her culture was born to fight, she interpreted peace on a more personal level. Ka nodded understanding. As she was speaking the inn she talked about came into view. It wasn't the nicest of places, but Ka would bet that it was much nicer than what he slept on back home. He looked over to [member="Thiavi"] glancing at her for only a second before looking back to the inn.

"Whatever peace is to you, I pray to the gods that you find it. Whether it is through battle or through something else. For me, I feel most at peace when I dance or cook. Strange right, the two things that remind me of my slavery is also my peace." Kafh laughed. Following the woman into the inn.

"My favorite piece of art was a painting that hung above the fireplace, it depicted my Master reaching to the sky as if he were directly connected to the gods. A bold statement that he liked to make known. Now it wasn't my favorite because of that. It was my favorite because you can tell whoever painted it had real skill. They put though into each stroke of the brush." He smiled.

"I know the advice of a recently freed slave weighs little on you, but... In everything you do, as long as you're true to yourself and your core beliefs...you'll be okay. No matter what you do."

 

[Thiavi]

"I mean, I'm recently freed too, so" She chuckled a bit. It had been mere minutes ago that she had been advising him, how was he supposed to take her advise seriously if she didn't return the favor? not to mention it was just rude to ignore someone's advice, regardless of who it came from.

"My uhh, caretaker used to say something similar. It had gotten him into trouble a time or two, but he always pulled through" she stopped a moment, thinking about what ka and her caretaker had said.
"Looks like the place, I wonder if old bub is still around? Weird name I know. bub bub's a sullustan, they have odd names" While she wasn't entirely wrong about their names, she was wrong about this "bub" character. his real name was neen bueb, or something like that, but she could never remember the name, and bub was technically one of his many nicknames.

Thiavi steps into the cantina, a few aliens and other patrons looking up for a moment before returning to their drinks and the remixed music that played on their radio constantly. One of the faces however, was one that thiavi recognized, A service droid that watched the place whenever bub was either out or at the other end of the bar. while Thiavi's face wasn't out in the open to be recognized, her helmet was, and the droid knew it well.

"Mandalorian, You'd best not be here to cause trouble again" the feminine droid's voice said in a hushed tone as thiavi made her way towards the bar.

"It was a one time thing, Bub was teaching me is all. Hey, where's bub at anyway?" she looked around the bar, trying to catch sight of the sullustan.
"The establishment's owner is currently out on business, thusly I am in charge." the droid proudly declared. Thiavi just shook her head and set some credits on the table and turned away

"We're renting a room p2, The good one. the clean one"
[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

"Your caretaker sounds like a smart man then." Ka said smiling. He followed Thiavi into the cantina as she spoke about some sullustan named Bub. She said it was an odd name and Kafh laughed. "I guess Kafh-en-ma-nofre is not weird enough?" He chuckled.

The bar was definitely a sight to see, not that Kafh looked for very long, he kept his eyes down to the floor. There were plenty of thuggish people that intimidated the Ex-Slave. As Ka followed Thiavi to the bar, he heard a Droid speak. He didn't really listen to the conversation, he thought it just as catching up. It wasn't till [member="Thiavi"] spoke to him that he looked up and met her helmet's gaze.

"Room P2...okay, lead the way Ms Thiavi." Ka said with a slight smile. He looked over to the Droid and nodded. "Thank you ma'am." He said before following Thiavi. "I'm interested to hear more about your culture, if I'm not intruding that is. You said that your culture goes to war a lot for peace? Is there any reason to that?" Kafh asked with a smile.

[member="Thiavi"]

 

[Thiavi]

"Well now, That's different. why didn't you say so?" p2 laughed, swiping the credits that thiavi had set aside. Thiavi herself lookes to ka to continue their conversation.

"Well.. ok, fine Kaf en-ma... norf??" she might have been close...ish, on the first half, but that last bit, there was no way she'd gotten it right, and by the questioning tone, it would have been pretty obvious. she lets out a defeated sigh and continues towards their room

"Listen, Mandalorian names are strange to the rest of the galaxy, and the rest of the galaxy's names are strange to us. I mean come on, names like grairraa hyrvhyhl, Versus names like Bub?" If she only knew.. if she only knew..

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lmao mandalorian random names generator xD

Then ka asked about mandalorian culture, something she wasn't used to answering, as most people weren't interested these days. at least, no one who'd seen mandalorians in action, or looked into the recent wars.

"No, It's not intruding. hmm, where do I start?" she enters the room, nothing too fancy, one bed on either side of the room, one window at the farside that overlooked the main street, belongings chests on either side of that, a light fixture or two, some chairs next to a small table, and a painting of sorts, a rancor, one that someone else had drawn a comical grin over.
Thiavi enters the room and sits down

"Mandalorians Don't really fight for peace. We've always been a warrior culture, since before the old republic, since before coruscant built it's first great cities.
the closest peace we've ever known would be peace of mind. Some of meditate before battles, sometimes through practice of arms, my house relaxes of a cup of cassius tea" she chuckles "Some people are really surprised that a mandalorian could have time for tea. So, long story short, the traditional concept of peace isn't something we deal in. People have tried to change mandalore before, but we always return to the old ways, even if we make small changes from generation to generation. We're not quite as conquest obsessed as we were a few thousand years ago, sure. but we're still warriors by nature. If you meet a mandalorian who isn't a soldier, they're probably a bounty hunter, or a vigilante of sorts. Even if not all of us share the same views on war, we share the same views on fighting: It's a must. it's part of who we are"

She pauses for a moment, scratching her chin under her helmet in contemplation.

"there's more than just war in mandalorian culture of course. There's Beskar, the Mand'alor and the clan alors, there's the resol'nare, the verd'goten, our native tongue, Mando'a. And then there's cultural difference between each clan and house, each planet in mandalorian territory, the difference between the loyalists and the- exiles.." She'd almost forgotten about that last part. It had been a long since she'd brought that up, it made her feel uncomfortable.

"I suppose it depends on what you're interested in. What you've got time for"

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

"Close: Kafh...en...ma...nofre. that's exactly why I have people call me Ka or Kafh. I guess you're right though, I guess to everyone different cultures look on other names and see then as weird. Ka followed Thiavi into their room as the woman pondered where to start. The young man glanced around the room. It was better than what he had to sleep in back home. He noticed the crude painting of a rancor that had been graffitied on, taking note to take a closer look at the painting. He watched as the woman sat down and began speaking, Ka however remained standing and walked to the painting.

Thiavi began by saying, the Mandolorians: her culture, never really fought for peace, but because they were warriors. That was just the tip of the iceberg, Mandolorians also had different clans. Ka guessed that there was a lot of different things that made her culture who they were. Ka smiled.

"Ah okay, while I don't claim to understand, I do get the gist of your culture. In a way, the Mandolorians are like a rancor that's captured. Let me explain." Ka said as he reached out and felt the painting. He slowly dragged his fingers of the Rancor's face.

"When a Rancor is trapped, it results in the creature becoming...uh...enraged, it attacks whatever happens to fall into it's cage. I guess I can compare it to the Mandolorians, they're constantly imprisoned by the views that the rest of the Galaxy has on them. In turn they lash out in a way. But when the Rancor is free, away from captivity, I'm sure it's life is very different and I'm sure it's not what people think. Same with your culture, if people didn't label Mandolorians as Savage warriors and constantly looked down on their ways, if they were free from the scrutiny of the Galaxy, people would notice what a diverse and wonderful culture it could be." He smiled. Removing his hand from the painting and sitting across [member="Thiavi"]

"But that's just the opinion of a slave boy who knows nothing about culture. Who decided to compare Mandolorians to a Rancor." Ka laughed.

 

[Thiavi]

It was... an odd comparison, but it worked. it worked surprisingly well actually. He may have been "just a slave boy who decided to compare mandalorians to a rancor", but he was right.

"you might have been a slave boy ka, But you're one of the people. Free from the political bias that the rest of the galaxy clings to"
She places both hands on either side of her helmet, lifting the T-visored protection from her head and setting it on the table beside her, revealing her short brown hair, hazel eyes, and young face. in fact, she didn't look a year older than him.

"For what it's worth, ka" She starts, running one gloved hand through her hair, trying to straighten some if it after the helmet had roughed it up "I think you're wiser than you let on" She chuckled.

"What about you're culture? I know they're governmental system is... it leaves something to be desired, But what about the culture itself?"

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Kafh smiled, appreciative of the praise. The young man watched as Thiavi slowly lifted her helmet. What he was wasn't what he expected. Instead of a war hardened Mandolorian he saw the face of a young lady, one who was about his age. She started to speak again. Ka grinned a bit.

"Perhaps...wiser than I know... Either way I'm still a terrible fighter. I might not be able to shoot the broadside of a building but if you need something cooked or some entertainment let me know." Ka offered with a chuckle. The woman asked about his culture, the actual culture and not the government. Kafh nodded and looked around the room a bit. Ka glanced over to Thiavi with a smile.

"It's such a beautiful place... Imagine giant pyrimids, majestic cities surrounding noble estates, people of all cultures coming together in one trading hub. More gems than you could imagine." He smiled.

"Oh and don't get me started on the arts. Music, dancing, paintings, all elegantly done, Anubian culture is very rich, in a literal sense. I guess it capitalizes on the fact that they have slaves as building blocks of the Pharoah." He said.

"Though for all it's flaws, it is still a place I hold dear, will I go back though...no, not by a long shot" he looked over to Thiavi.

[member="Thiavi"]

 

[Thiavi]

She smiled at first, appreciative of a culture that was filled with art, she could almost see the pyramids and the gold and onyx decorations, but there was a catch. she frowned when it all came back to slavery.

"Such beautiful things, with such ugly beginnings" she could have sworn it was quote she'd read somewhere. whoever this pharoh fellow was, he sounded like he need a good karking kick in the- wait, did he say music? oh, it was probably, well.. not her style.

"Well, who knows. places change, or rather, how we feel about them changes. usually depends on who's there though. I haven't seen my home, my real home in.. damn, it's been a long time. It's called Krownest, a little taiga planet near concordia and mandalore. Snow all year, cold lakes, mountains, pine trees all over. Some people don't like it, but I'd love to see the snow fall again, it always looked so gentle, just floating there, slowly" she smiled, looking to nowhere in particular, almost looking through whatever was there, like she could see krownest again.

"I don't think I can go back either. My people aren't welcome anymore. Just part of life now, I'm sure you feel the same"
she was pretty sure that kafh couldn't go back either, who knew what kind of punishment awaited a slave that escaped the anubians.

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Such beautiful things with ugly beginnings? Ka smiled, that was a great way to put it. Kafh looked over to [member="Thiavi"] "I guess we can describe ourselves like that as well. We were shaped by the pressure our owners put on us. But through that pressure something akin to diamonds were formed." Kafh said with a thoughtful nod.

Thiavi spoke of her homeworld. Krownest, a cold planet probably the opposite of what Ankhypt was. She talked about wanting to see the snow fall again, but she couldn't go back because she wasn't welcome. Ka noticed she was gazing off, probably thinking about home.

"Of course, all we can do is pray to the gods and hope for a change. Possibly one day we'll be able to return but for now all we can do is wait." Kafh said with a saddened smile.

Kafh reached into his pocket and produced a diamond about the size his palm. He placed it on the table gently. "This is something I swiped from the crate I was in." He looked at how the light refracted through the many cuts.

"It's yours, you helped me get away from that camp. Who knows what would have happened if you did not show up." Ka said.

"Don't tell me no either, it's what friends are for..." He paused. "Why aren't you welcomed back home?" Kafh-en-ma-nofre asked tilting his head slightly as he looked to the diamond.

 

[Thiavi]

Thiavi's eyes widened as ka produced a diamond from his pocket. she looked at it carefully, leaning in and squinting for a moment.

"There's a saying among mandalorians, Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore. It means "Pressure makes diamonds, Ease makes decay". It's a sort of metaphor, something we tell each other when we're on hard times. Something akin to "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger"

Her first thought was indeed to deny it. Kafh needed it more than she did, he could have easily sold it and been better off, But he did say she couldn't...

"Thank you, ka. I'll be sure it's put to good use" the temptation to sell it was strong, but.. maybe she'd keep it? there had to be something she could decorate with a diamond right?
Then he asked about her situation with home. A complicated matter, yet simple at it's core.

"Krownest is in territory held by Mand'alor the Infernal. My clan are loyal to a house that spoke against her, challenged her rule. Our alor was supposed to dual her for the position of mand'alor, but before they could, another clan fired on them. they were unsanctioned, but they fled before anyone could do anything. Didn't matter, the damage was already done. The few members of my clan died that day, I was only seven, watched from the sidelines. Instead of waging a civil war, the clans who opposed the infernal fled. Now they're scattered all across the galaxy. I fear that It'd be more trouble than it's worth to return home"

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

"Exactly." Kafh said, he dropped his gaze to the floor for a second. That pressure allowed him to find the courage to escape. And easing up on your beliefs cause rot in your courage and self worth. The young man lifted his eyes and watched as she stared at the diamond. Thanking him for it. Kafh nodded. "Of course. Just think of it as a token of friendship." Kafh said.

After a few minutes she began to explain the situation with her clan and how they tried to overthrow Mand'alor the Infernal. It ended badly with her clan suffering. The others who opposed the Infernal fled.

Kafh understood, she'd likely be tried and put to death. "I am sorry to uh...hear that. To be so young and witness such death. Nobody should be put under that kind of situations. Then again it helped create who you are." Kafh said

Kafh ran a hand through his hair. "It's cheesey but home is where the heart is. Heh sorry."

Kafh looked to Thiavi. "How do you think we'll free those slaves? There's a bunch of pirates. Maybe set charges on their vehicles?" Ka wondered aloud.

[member="Thiavi"]

 

[Thiavi]

"Truth be told, A mandalorian reaches "adulthood" as soon as they complete their vod'goten at 13, we're tossed into training earlier than that even" the more she thought about it, the stranger this must sound to aruetiise.

"Charges huh? I wish I had some. But uhh, My time in captivity wasn't exactly enlightening when it comes to homemade explosives"

She thought about it for a moment. maybe they could buy them? It'd be expensive but it might be possible.

"I guess we could buy them? there might be a dealer or two who wouldn't ask questions." She thought for a moment, and then it suddenly dawned on her

"Wait! We don't even need charges! i learned a little bit of mechanical know how, mostly for fixing droids and speeders but If we can get close enough wihtout being seen, I can change up some of the wiring, maybe spill some fuel. If we ignite that from a distance, They're going to have a bad time" by her tone and the look in her eyes, thiavi's inner pyromaniac was just now being realized

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