ZINA
"I've come to bid you farewell and wish you a safe journey." Moorim said with a suspicious air of melancholy.
Zina scoffed, unable to stop herself. "Have you?" She said sarcastically.
"Despite our differences," Moorim continued, in a particularly charismatic voice that Zina hated, undeterred by Zina's sarcasm, "I've always appreciated the contributions you have made to Eldric's reign."
"You mean the man that wasn't supposed to rule in the first place? The man you placed on the throne?" Zina said with a bite to her tone. Seeing she was riding straight to the underworld, her tongue was now wagging loose.
"It is the man we both placed on the throne." Moorim emphasized with equal measures, causing Zina to still. "For what it is worth, I am thankful for your help so far."
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