[ Alacruun sounds oddly detached. He's not... gloating over her death or taking pleasure in it. He's just... treating it like he's out shopping and he's taking a little too long to decide whether to buy smooth or crunchy peanut butter. He's right, though. A few moments later the scream dies in a last, muted gurgling whimper and she's finally still. He shakes his hand off and then wipes it against her robes and stands. ]
That's the end of that one, at least. How are your legs?
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[ Alacruun sounds oddly detached. He's not... gloating over her death or taking pleasure in it. He's just... treating it like he's out shopping and he's taking a little too long to decide whether to buy smooth or crunchy peanut butter. He's right, though. A few moments later the scream dies in a last, muted gurgling whimper and she's finally still. He shakes his hand off and then wipes it against her robes and stands. ]
That's the end of that one, at least. How are your legs?