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The man in the white jacket slides into a booth next to the wall, peers at the laminated paper menu. The woman takes her time, sliding her purse into the booth first, setting half of her butt onto the seat, rotating slightly, sliding the rest of her body into the booth. Her nails are shiny and red, the tips rounded artificially with lacquer. Her face is unpowdered and her eyebrows are drawn on thickly with black pencil.
Drekmyr unconsciously reached up and touched his dark crystal necklace, his eyes beginning to glow red. Timby watched her brother’s face contort in anger and tried to make her voice calm and soothing. “Drek dear, we’re almost at the end of the dungeon. This will all be over soon.”
It was a shiver that not only signified the memory of the sensation on my skin but a shiver that seemed to portend something ominous.