"I've somewhere to stay, your majesty; thank you." Kthirtic nodded, curtsied, and, seeing herself dismissed, skittered away towards the exit. Her new friend seemed pleased. That was nice. The images were nice, too. She cared little for the gold, but the recognition--yes; it was deserved. It was appropriate. And the towers--yes. The moon rotted in front of her eyes, as she'd expected.
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