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[color=ed1c24]"If I had wanted to be spoiled, I would have stayed home with my family. Not that my father let my brothers and I indulge too much, but my sisters-"[/color] He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining them right now. [color=ed1c24]"Let's just say you haven't seen spoiled until you've lived with upper-class female dracons. It's like they compete with each other for who's the most useless, if you know what I mean. I could tell you quite a few stories about them."[/color] Ophion's words were cut short when he heard the sound of doors slamming shut. He looked in the direction of the sound, but couldn't find anyone. Perhaps his joke about the place being haunted wasn't such a joke after all. It wouldn't be the first time he had visited a house with ghosts in it. Not that he had exorcised that residence, as divine magic simply wasn't he skillset.

He looked at the skeleton in the hall. If he counted as a create who could haunt a place, the house was officially in need of an exorcist, not that he cared to do such a thing; not all undead were inherently hostile.