Vindication

"I've decided to be lenient..." Sir Verenic states. "I won't report you to Gastrode this time, but if it happens again..."

"We won't, Sir Verenic!" Lard-Smearer cries.

"Did you just interrupt me?" Sir Verenic says, his voice becoming more stern than it was.

"I... I'm sorry..." Lard-Smearer says.

"Well, just don't do it again... Don't do ANYTHING." Verenic paces a bit, before continuing. "Just take the werewolf where you were ordered to take him."

"Yes, sir!" the grunts cry in unison. They scramble to your sides and heave you into the air, practically running along the halls. Sir Verenic appears to be following them... It doesn't appear that he trusts them.

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