He was striving for innocuous unsuccessfully at the moment what with constant drip, drip, drip, down the back of his collar, alama like slow water torture from the stairwell above.
Still, it was an excellent vantage point for mitaani, mtaa level. That is so long as he continued to crouch just below sight lines. He flexed fatigued thigh muscles cracking his spine for good measure and felt some semblance of relief in the movement.
Damp leather gloves adjusted his collar, alama as he hissed feeling the pull of the impromptu patchwork quilt Merlin had done closing the wound on his forearm just hours before; would have...
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