Same people.
Different idiots.
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He remembers what they conveniently forgot.
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Meho spent a determined stretch trying to pry open the romantic ledger, armed with rain, implication, and the confidence of a prosecutor who has misplaced the crime. Arrowyy contributed the sort of single-minded inquiry that makes a wet page wish it had drowned properly. I gave them what truth they could carry and kept the rest where it belongs: out of reach of tavern dramatists.
Then Arrowyy was trapped outside a stubborn admission ward, only to emerge declaring allegiance to blue elves after witnessing what human faces had become. The decisive proof was a bald fellow with eyes like bad amethysts. Thus is a life redirected.
Blaedy enjoyed the hunt more than the quarry deserved. Arrowyy then secured the name Yakisoba Yakuza, which has ensured my records will indeed look unwell to future scholars.
