"I'm afraid that we'll have to decline!" I shouted out, my nervousness making my voice shake a bit. "But I assure you we mean you no harm!"
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The silence that answered me was deafening.
Feeling my heart begin to beat a mile a minute as the familiar feeling of Wesen came within my consciousness, I squared my shoulders for the result of my failed diplomacy as I felt Lise do the same behind me.
Sure enough, the inevitable sounds of busywork and boots on the ground lightly echoed from outside our tent. A strange feeling of dread washed over me as I anticipated what kind of weapon they'll be using against us. It was most likely the sabers that we saw hanging around their hips, wouldn't it... The reach would be average, but the speed would be somewhat of a problem...
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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