"Oooooooooo!" Grim wiggled his fingers and began to cackle at Azurael. "What's this? You don't actually [i]like[/i] the commander, do you? [i]No one[/i] likes the commander!"

T'vor growled something under his breath.

"What's that, lizard-man?" Grim asked.

"I said you're a petty imbecile, Grim." T'vor replied.

Before the deathly Angel could respond, however, a scream could be heard, and T'vor immediately ran to see what the source was.
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Chrissa nodded eagerly to Anuriel's last comment. "Me too. I'd really like to fly again, I miss it already..." She replied. She finished cleaning up for the end of her shift and left the tent after saying her farewells to Anuriel, again promising to consider the cook's offer. Now that her shift was done, Chrissa found that she had much time on her hands and little to do with it.