Anders wrinkled his nose in disgust at the suggestion of hairy virgin liquor, fresh from the cellar. Maker, he would not take a regularly hairy drink. This is why he never took mugs from dwarves.
"She. Go." He enunciated, leaning back against his seat, relaxing. "You've already met Ser Pounce-a-lot which just leaves me--the name is Anders."
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"She. Go." He enunciated, leaning back against his seat, relaxing. "You've already met Ser Pounce-a-lot which just leaves me--the name is Anders."