Server's Compromise

Jack had insisted on accompanying Kyon on her morning errands, despite the grief it likely bring her. It was only a short drive to the post office to drop off the papers from OTRAC involving Jack’s ownership and Troll Tamer certification but it was enough for the Woozle to want to be involved. It had been about a couple weeks sense Jack had come to live with Kyon and he was settling nicely. He was happier then most Woozles, still prone to cry but not in the way she expected. He also seemed a bit clingy; he followed her everywhere and was often perched on her shoulder.

And with him always by her side, it presented some problems; many stores and restaurants didn’t welcome trolls inside the buildings and many places showed disdain for Troll Tamers in general. It didn’t help that her insurance group was trying to up her rates for ownership of a troll though he was a less destructive one. It certainly took some adjusting in her life.

But with those adjustments came unexpected benefits. Once people gave Jack the chance beyond their own preconceptions, most fell in love with him. He was sociable and chipper with a cute little face that was irresistible to ignore. Now she found many shop owners smiling when the little Woozle appeared with his Tamer, sometimes offering little discounts if they felt particularly generous. Many people would stop her on the street to meet Jack, wondered at such a friendly creature and applauding her skill in handling him. Though she was aware that she had little influence in how Jack had shaped into becoming a good troll, it still gave her a level of pride at the complements thrown her way. Thus she allowed him to come along and would make a visit to a familiar thrift store so Jack could pick up a new bandanna for his collection: as a little reward for his good behavior.

The pair had finished mailing the papers and she had driven to a parking lot to walk to the thrift store. The owner welcomed them with a great smile, Jack rushing off his Tamer’s shoulder to get a hug from the owner. The two chatted a while and Jack began sorting through several scarves the owner brought out. Kyon waited outside, not much of a shopper herself, as Jack made a selection by modeling the accessories for the owner’s entertainment. She let herself relax as the wind caressed the trees above and the birds chirped amongst themselves, enjoying the moment of serenity. It was then she heard the worrying sounds of distant shouting accompanied by several, animalistic roars. She startled to attention, holding still as she attempted to pinpoint and understand the source of the noise. The owner rushed out with Jack on her heals.

“What was that?” She questioned, glancing about in a panic. “Is it a terrorism bombing of some kind?”

Kyon stayed still and calm even as little claws dug into her back as the Woozle scrambled into place. “No.” She said assured. “Its some type of animal attack, some creature running amuck downtown disturbing the people.”

“An animal, but animals don’t come this close to town, especially so near the center. What creature would be large enough to cause a great commotion and daring enough to do it amongst people?”

The answer came within moments after: a flash of lightening sparked the air, a large creature turned the bend moments later, loping up the street. Kyon instantly recognized it as a troll, having guessed before it made its appearance though it didn’t stop her heart from jolting in alarm. It was an Electric Biting Critiquill, one of the more dangerous of troll species right up there with Thwomps and Shelldragons. The leopard sized beast trotted further up the street seemly careless of the observers, giving Kyon a chance to fully see it. It was a burnt brown color all over with golden, yellow spikes striking out along the back and collecting in a mane of sorts on the neck. The lengthy, two-pronged tail lashed behind him (for now she could clearly see the anatomy that emphasized it as male), sending little, yellow sparks up and down his back, jittering between spikes. His prickled fur shifted with ease in his fluid trot, tongue sweeping over the tusked fangs and long white whiskers to clean debris from them. He was in front of them when a long, tasseled ear flicked at them before, deep orange eyes turned to behold them, underdeveloped pupils looking at them with a dismissive air. Then, without further inclination toward them, he returned to trotting up the street.

It was terrifying sight but something to also marvel at, it would seem both had stilled the young Tamer: but only for a moment.

“Come on Jack, we need to stop that Critquil.” She called to her troll as he had slid off her shoulder after the Critquil’s appearance.

“Jack!” She called, anger beginning to lace her voice at his disobedience to her. She glanced up when once more he didn’t respond; fury giving way to pity when she saw the small form huddled in the shops doorway. She had forgotten in her haste a clear weakness of Jack’s: storms, specifically the influence of lightening. He was scared to death of it, often shutting down in its presence and unable to be reached, even by her. And on further review, she realized the Woozle wasn’t cut out for the job as is, he was small, with abilities that would never measure up to a Critquil in attack, defense and over all power. He would be doomed the minute he entered the battle.

“Go inside, lock the doors and windows and keep Jack safe. I’ll be back soon enough.” She instructed the owner, the older woman shuffling inside as instructed as Kyon raced off down the street after the great beast. Looked like she have to go it alone.

 ~*~

She had been surprised at the ground the Critiquill covered in the short amount of time she had hesitated. She knew them to be fast but clearly she had underestimated how much so. It was lucky break however as it gave her time to consider a plan on how to capture the creature. She’d likely not get such a reprieve when she faced the beast.

She fully realized how stupid it must seem to be attempting to take on a dangerous troll without your own troll to defend. But she firmly remember one of the requirements to agreeing to become a Troll Tamer was to protect the public from trolls and manage their numbers to see that both beings benefited in the long run, even at ones own cost. She was annoyed by such a detail but was not one to back out of a deal; she was a Tamer now and had an obligation to uphold.

As she shuffled through the limited options available to her, Kyon finally found herself caught up to the creature. He was standing in the road facing against a pick up truck with some blown up yahoo attempting to scare off the Critiquill with the roar of his engines. What was worrying was the SUV set behind the truck, stuck and oblivious to the Feline creature charging up his next electrical strike: if the electricity struck the engine of the truck and blew up, it could cause enough damage to take away several peoples lives at once. Cursing under her breath in panic, Kyon picked up a good sized rock and threw it. It struck true, hitting the side of his shoulder, the creatures thrust around to focus on the source, growling a challenge.

“Whosh dere?” he roared, a slight slur apparent in speech likely from his massive tusks. “Whosh dare shallenge a great being like me when I was reaping jushtice upon a ignorant fool.”

His nose and whiskers twitched forward along with the swerving of the ears, his limited sight failing him and relying on other senses to pin point the disturbance. Kyon felt her whole body trembling, aware that any move or lack of could result in a deadly outcome, taking a few tentative steps forward to come into the Critiquills line of sight. His eyes snapped upon her in an instant, calculation flickering across his face, muscles bunching for the assault: she had to work quick.

“I do, one who believes you could serve your time better judging, one with better qualities then some back water, scum not worth your gaze.” The creature paused, considering her words as all waited on baited breath. Finally he seemed to relax, a grin appearing as he stepped away from the road to allow the driver to go tearing away followed close by the SUV.

“Humph, I admit you’re correct, you sheem to offer far more value for inshpechtion then that lower born shapien.” He chuckled at his own, perceived brilliance, taking to lounging on the concrete road, eyeing her with a bemused interest. “Sho tell me female, whatsh deemsh you sho wordy oder then a quick tongue.”

Despite the composure, she knew better then to believe he had become docile from the move, she knew he could still spring at any moment. Or worse strike her with some electricity. She had to move with greatest care now.

“My name is Kyon, I’m a newly registered Troll Tamer of…”

“Oh, a Troll Tamer, eh?” He drawled, eyes going misty in sudden disinterest. “I know your type, shinks demshelves shomething grand because dey can make ush danche to your tune. If you’re here to make me your little pet, den I’ll tell you it won’t work. I’ve fached many other tamers before and none chame chlose to shucheeding.”

That didn’t bode well, assuming he told the truth, but she simply couldn’t back away now.

“I’m not here to tame you.” She said, which he looked doubtful to. “I’m honest, I’m only looking out for the people in this town and want to see them safely live their lives. And right now you’re a threat to that well being so I’m here to try and fix that.”

He looked extremely doubtful, but a flicker of interest was steadily returning to his eyes.

“And how, prêt ell, do you plan to do dat?” he glanced behind her then around in a more exaggerated way then necessary. “I shee no troll with you, do you plan to battle me with your own two handsh?”

She felt dumb as she nodded in response, never good at throwing bluffs even at a time like now. The laugh that burst from him was mighty; it shook the air in great waves and was loud enough to hurt her ears along with ego.

“I shay thish, tamer. I have never before met one ash shtupid ash you.” She had a hard time keeping her mouth shut, repeatedly assuring herself it was needed. “Shtupid, but ballshy.”

He got to his feet in that moment, starring her down with she was surprised to find was daring and respect. “For a female and a shapian, your one of the mosht worthy to fache me in battle thush far. Sho, Kyon, I’ll let you make the firsht move.” He motioned to the tamer with a sweeping bow. “What will be your opening move be?”

“This!” She sprang forward in that moment, looping her belt around his great maw as tight as she could and tying it off. Years on her family’s ranch with cattle made her moves quick and precise, it wasn’t a full proof measure but it buy her the needed time. He was so stunned by the action that the Critiquill only was able to jolt back in alarm, Kyon springing out of the way when his claws tried to strike her in retaliation: but only barely.

“Let’s see you do any more damage without that flapping maw of yours you prickly kitty cat.” She sang as she rushed down the street. “Or are those balls of yours compensating for you bravado when you have no roar or bite.”

She knew she had him without looking back, Critiquills prided themselves off of their striking words and the damage they could deal with their mouths: both physically and emotionally. She heard the pound of his feet behind her as he attempted to gain ground, raging under muffled breath that was likely promising many foul things at her behalf. Knowing she stood no chance in a full out sprint, she used the two advantages she had against him. She zigzagged around the trees, fences and anything else available to throw him off, giving herself a bit of leeway so she did not fall under his claws. And when he wavered behind enough, she slowed to a trot, her superior stamina bettered his speed: cats were after all not built for long distance like humans. This went on a long while, the Critiquill not willing to give up to the proper retribution and Kyon facing no other alternative then to keep going.

Her legs were jelly and lungs scorched by the time Kyon caught sight of salvation, only a block away if she could make it. By luck, the Critquil had stopped once more to attempt to remove the belt from his maw, not only did it impede his ability to throw curses at the retched human but also hindered air flow, which he desperately need after such a long trek. The relief she had been feeling vanished when a roar erupted behind her only half a block away from her ultimate goal, now she was in real trouble. She stopped and turned to face the troll upon reaching the side of a old brick building, position herself next to the dumpster as he rounded the corner.

“Dead end, human. Fitting for what I intend to do to you for all the grief you gave me.” He panted out, smirking between fangs that gleamed savagely. “But before I leave you a bloody messh that know one will ever rechognize, answer me this. Were you really hoping that this little chashe would buy you enough time for the audorities to sshow up and shave your worthless assh?”

“Yes and no. It was only the first half of the plan.” She stated breathless, attempting to keep herself from collapsing or coughing up a lung. He smirked once more in amusement.

“Again, I applaud your bravery even when faching your shuperior and deliver of dead. Shame dat you musht be eliminated, I would have preferred knowing dat at leasht one of your pitiful kind lived on as a better example but I chan’t let it be known I’ve gone shoft.” He crouched down low, ready for the spring and Kyon felt like she was ready to faint. “But I will tell you thish, I will make it quick, take gratitude in dat little mercy.”

He leapt with a great roar, Kyon nearly losing nerve at the sight. But she didn’t: instead, she used the remains of her energy to spring to the side, the troll attempting to follow by swerving his body in mid air. The dumpster rang out with a great thud that was muffled as he collided with the mattresses resting on the side. He was stunned for a moment before he tried to get to his feet.

“Rader shurprising, I didn’t think you had anything left. But now your finisshed!” He tried to get up but was shocked when he couldn’t, struggling to get upright which only resulted on a couple mattresses following with and toppling atop him. She smiled as he flailed about, noting the yellow quills that protruded out the end of the mattress no doubt stuck in the thick material. Weakened by the run, he didn’t have the energy to stand up with the extra weight on his back nor to chance frying the mattresses to cinders with electricity, not unless he wanted to ignite it and hurt himself in the process. He was stuck and could only breathlessly curse at her which did nothing make her stop from thanking the Salvation Army’s not mattress policy or the blatant stubbornness of the person that likely left the bedding out on the door step.

“Like I said, running and stalling for time was only the first part of the plan. Too bad you had no knowledge of the second half.” She managed as the first sirens of the police started up in the distance. She stood there and waited as they arrived on the scene and she explained all that happened. She flashed her OTRAC Tamer card (the temporary one as it be months yet before she get a official one) at least half a dozen times to the police and then animal control before she was left alone to stand guard over the grumbling Critquil. It was only when the tranquilizer dart had been administered and he fell into a drugged induced sleep that she collapsed to the ground in relief.

~*~

She had managed to settle Jack into bed and finished a shower when the phone rang later the very same day. They told her little other then she was needed at the shelter for an important decision involving the recently captured Critiquill and it was urgent. Her stomach did little flips as she dressed and scrawled a note with her cell phone number on a piece of paper, out the door not long after. The shelter was on the outskirts of town, perched on a little hill over looking the city; a good thirty-minute drive with little traffic saw Kyon driving up with nerves all over. She was welcomed by the shelter manager and motioned into her office with little further word.

“Coffee? Tea?” The elderly, plump lady offered.

“No thanks, with all due respect I’d like to know why I was asked to come here with such urgency.” The ladies wrinkled face went grim, taking a seat and propping herself in such a manor that Kyon had seen many authority figures took when giving dire news.

“Yes, well your aware this has to do with the troll you helped apprehend this morning, correct?” she nodded and the elder women shifted uncomfortably. “I’m afraid we, or more aptly you, are faced with a very difficult choice: either we release the troll into your care or it will be euthanized.”

Kyon went ridged all over, sputtering out an answer in total loss. “No – no, that can’t – shouldn’t –I’m not.”

She paused, taking several deep breaths before once more she spoke.

“Look, I may have helped in capturing the beast but I’m far from qualified. I faced off against it alone and nearly got killed in the process. I may have had a plan but most of it relied on really dumb luck that somehow worked out in the end. Besides, I’m only a beginning Tamer, I’m not even fully authorized by OTRAC yet, a more experienced Tamer should take over looking after that beast, not me.” The lady reclined back in her chair, still looking very sad but serious.

“Yes you may be inexperienced but you also happen to be the only option. We checked records and there isn’t any other Tamers within 500 hundred miles of our town: we a more sparsely populated state and Tamers are still relatively new in our society. And even if there was one nearby, our facility isn’t built to accommodate the troll for a long length of time: he’s a risk to our staff and there’s a high risk of him escaping over the next few days.”

“Can’t you call some one up and have them fly out here, it would only take them a few hours to arrive and then they could take him off your hands?” She tried to still the shaking in her hands but it wouldn’t go away.

“No that won’t work either. The troll has apparently caused a lot of damage over the last few months, its traveled through ten states and made a massive impact in all of them. He may have not killed any one, thank God, but a lot of people want him to pay for his crimes. The state itself testified he be put down after what he’s done today alone, and once they find out his history his fate will be solidified. However, you yourself made an impression upon the state after the way you handled him; they may be willing to overlook his sins if they discover he ends up in the cable hands of a Tamer who will see him reformed into civilized creature. It may be enough for them not to dig deeper at least until he’s been in your custody for a while. Either way they want action taken before the sundown or they’ll take it themselves.”

The elderly woman leaned in, looking her square in the eye. “You must decide if he lives or dies within the hour.”

It was too much to take in; she hadn’t wanted to be placed with such a gravitating decision yet here she sat. And for what, the life of a prickly, despicable creature that had probably caused a lot of despair for many others and nearly killed her. Why was she even debating it, he clearly didn’t care about anyone but himself, saw only his own reflection of worth. How could a inexperienced Tamer like her, who had only a few weeks ago decided on the occupation, change that?

Yet, the look of respect that had flashed in his eyes in those brief moments, how he had commended her for her bravery when so many others had failed. Was that not worth noting?

He was clearly a powerful troll, well trained in his abilities that would be difficult to match should they run into trouble. And based on what she had experienced today, they would need that in the years to come, as Jack would likely never measure to the same degree. There weren’t any other Tamers in the area after all so what was to stop them should another incident strike? He’d be a useful ally for sure, and perhaps once he’d learned control, make her team all the more potent.

But beyond all that, he was a creature with a beating heart and mind that was his own. As distasteful as he was, he was a living being who deserved a chance at life along with the chance to reform it. A wild beast that fought for every moment, to simply put him down would be as much a crime as letting him run loose to wreak havoc.

She stood up then with grim determination, speaking in an equal tone. “Let me see him in private, you’ll have your answer within the hour.”

 ~*~

The kennels were quieter then expected as the lady unlocked the bolts on the kennel door, likely the dogs knew what was in their midst and was being respectful of his presence. She was shaking a bit as the final lock fell away and she allowed Kyon to step inside, it was strange to see an animal veteran to quake so while the younger girl felt surprising calm. He was aware of Kyon’s appearance but only once the kennel was latched the manager gone did he come to glower at her fully. It was rather saddening to see the once great beast bound up and immobile on the floor, though she was secretly thankful for electric tap that bound him. Still, she needed him to be able to talk and began to unwind the tape on his muzzle.

“Before you start cursing me for my actions.” She said as the last bit of tap pulled away taking much of the fur on the muzzle with. “Know we have limited time and much to discuss. I beg you to listen first.”

“Or what?” he growled.

“She’ll come back and see you die bound like you are rather then listening to me were you have a chance at walking out alive.” Once more he gave her a defiant, doubting look but she was surprised and relieved to see respect there too. Clearly her words held value enough for him to at least give her a chance. She quickly explained the situation and what she been told; emphasizing the life and death of the scenario so he would not ignore the direness of it all. However, he stiffened when she mentioned the alternative, for the first time seeming reluctant and almost afraid.

“You shaid you didn’t want to tame me.” He persecuted.

“Yes I did and in a way I still don’t want to.” She admitted, “Your power comes from your wildness and if I tamed it, the world would lose something of value. But the truth is that its either you come to live with me in my home or die, and I imagine you don’t want to die like this, bound and powerless.”

“Perhapsh I do, maybe I’ll die knowing I had a good run before a little tamer beshted me. Isn’t dat better den washting away in a little cage?” He was being difficult on purpose now; it almost made her throw up her arms in exasperation and leave. But she had made up her mind and she see it through: she’d simply try a different angle.

“Don’t you have a dream, a goal that your pursuing, what has kept you going all this time. Perhaps I can help you fulfill it, give you purpose rather then wasting away in my house or dieing here.” He became guarded then, she had struck a sensitive spot without intention.

“No, a human like you wouldn’t be capable of it.” He dismissed.

“Perhaps I’ll surprise you, I’ve done so before or have you forgotten.” She poked his tapped legs for emphasis. He flinched from the touch but a smirk made its way onto his face as he considered her words.

“Fine, what have I got to loshe.” He licked his lips suddenly nervous before he faced her, orange-red eyes defiant. “I want to be a great warrior, to be a troll dat othersh would quake at the shight of and bow in reshpecht to. I want to become shtrong enough that one day, none would ever defy my word or me ever again. Dat ish my goal, my dream.”

The silence held between them felt unsettled after that, Kyon didn’t want to answer right away at the obvious guarded manor he eyed her over: he was likely not use to bearing his heart out to any one.

“Then perhaps I can help train you into a better fighter.”

“Hmph.”

“I’m serious, along with keeping trolls in there home, Tamers are often asked to participate in battles against wild trolls and other Tamers. I have another troll, Jack, who is a Woozle. He is devoted and obedient but he’s not strong enough to take on more imposing opponents yet. If you joined my team, you’d have the benefit of facing and fighting a menagerie of trolls. Yet, if you get injured or in trouble, you’ll have a safe place to retreat to rest. You’ll be able to get stronger and improve at the rate you desire.”

“And all I’ll have to do ish be a good shervent for my mashter.” He deadpanned.

“Yes.” She admitted softly. “But not entirely. You’ll have to respect my word and follow orders in and out of battle. However, you already are skilled enough that you don’t need much input, I promise I’ll only command you when I feel its imperative for your safety or others. With time, you’ll forget I’m even there. Sure you’re going to have to behave yourself and will be listed as my troll, but that certainly is better then dying.”

He still looked unconvinced, staring away from her at his kennel wall as if he’d already accepted his fate. Grasping for an answer, she found one final, desperate solution that would likely get her in serious trouble if it backfired.

“And it doesn’t have to be forever.” She whispered, glancing behind her hoping the shelter lady didn’t appear. “Once you’ve obtained the desired skill, and you’ve done enough service to me, I’ll be willing to release custody of you. You’ll be free to leave and once more become a troll only in control of yourself.”

His head shot around to look at her, interest present along with hope even as he seemed wary.

“You sherious?” he questioned.

“Completely.”

“And how long would I have to shtay in your shervishesh? Hypodetichally shpeaking.”

“A couple years at least, maybe a little more so people don’t become suspicious.” He gave a deep sigh, eyes darting at the ground as he became lost in thought. A moment later, the squeak of hinges and swish of a door altered them to the return of the lady. The door slammed shut and he shoes clipped on concrete as she approached, eyes on her as she appeared with an anxious face.

“Times up.” She stated. “Have you made a decision?”

Kyon opened her mouth to answer but it was not her who spoke next, rather the deep, dark thrum of the feline voice answered instead.

“Yes.” He stated, the pair locking eyes, orange orbs blazing into her with certainty. “Yes I have.”

 ~*~

The first half of the drive home was quiet and uneventful, Kyon focused on the road while the Critiquill lounged in the back seat watching the scenery. It was well past dusk, the street lamps blazing to make up for the vanishing sun and the roads beginning to clear up as cars meandered home. After exited out of the thicker half of traffic, Kyon couldn’t stand the silence any further and asked her newest troll about his life. He didn’t seem ready to talk at first but some prompting got him to spew his entire life up to date. She instantly regretted the decision partly due to his none stop chatter but mostly because he would go into explicit detail over events in his life she’d rather have not even known about.

Filtering through the overly padded and needlessly complex story, she was able to get a picture of his life up to this point. He was born the middle child to a Critiquill mother and father with two brothers in the litter. He had a pretty good childhood though he and his brothers were very competitive towards each other, which often got them in trouble. His father was always a grumpy type and seemed discontented with family life, disappearing when he was an older cub. After, his brothers and him had to help look after their mother, learning to hunt and fight at a very young age. When in his late teens, his father appeared once more and tried to worm his way back into the family. But the middle child was having none of it; he’d taken a position of authority in his father’s absence and didn’t want to be demoted down to a lesser rank. The pair fought over the matter for a long while stuck in a stalemate, as the father was larger and experienced with the son young and energetic. His mother finally intervened stating either they learn to get along or one of them would have to leave. The father refused so the son was off on his way to make his claim in the world. It was after this point he started causing trouble for other people, traveling through cities and causing damage on what she was guessing his quest to get stronger and find purpose. That is before ending up in this situation.

Yet there was one detail he had not made mention of, one she felt the need to voice upon him concluding his story.

“You never mentioned a name.” she stated, tasseled ears flicking her way, “Did your parents never give you or your brothers one?” She inquired.

“No, not onesh you humansh would have any bashish for.”

“Can I give you a name I can use?” A look of annoyed questioning. “I need something to put on the official papers. And it may seem silly but we humans need names to address others by.”

“Ish dish one of the requirementsh for living wid you?”

“Not necessarily but it will make my life a bit easier.”

 An “hmph” then silence followed, they were only a block away from her house when he finally spoke.

“What do you have in mind?”

She pulled up into her driveway, turning the car off as she pondered it herself. They sat in the dark car, the streetlight flickering sporadically on an empty street.

“Serverus.” She stated at last. “Your such a serious and dangerous beast, it’s a suiting name that encompasses both qualities. What do you think?”

He chaffed at her. “You can chall me it, but I’ll refer to myshelf as Sherver from now on.”

She didn’t argue as she exited the car and helped him out, it was clear that being difficult was part of his nature. He sauntered up to the door and inclined his head for her to open it as if he owned the abode, yet another quality that she’d likely have to get use to. Upon entry, he glanced about before leaping onto the nearby couch and fell asleep. This was definitely not a picture-esque situation and she feared her incapability in handling him. Who knew if Server would agree to stay for the required time or if he’d respect her authority. If he decided to leave, she’d have to face serious consequences from the state and OTRAC. And should he turn on her, well she only had to think of earlier that day to picture that. But so far he was being relatively agreeable so she had to hope given time he’d calm down and perhaps gain clarity in his actions. But just to be on the safe side, she made sure to thaw out some of the beef in the freezer and added a large slab in a bowl and placed it out for him to get too easily.

Just to be safe.
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Dear lord, I had wanted this to be shorter then Jack's story but instead it ended up longer. Why do I do this to myself.
Any who, finally got this fellas story up for you all, again trying to get my boys up a few levels. Now you can see how much a jerk off Server was and what Kyon had to do to catch him. As Server said himself, she's stupid but one ballsy gal: she tends to take her job way to seriously. Good thing she read up on trolls before the encounter and is able to think on her feet, that and had insane amount of luck. Guess it how she earned some of his luck, which she'll need in the trials ahead.
Really enjoying writing for her and Server, though his lisp was a pain to get down (he mispronounces S by unintentionally slurringit into a SH sound while TH becomes D and some Cs become a SH or a CH, just so you all get an idea for what he's saying).
That's all I have to say, i'll try to make the next story segment shorter: no promises though.

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