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Freya LaShale	Feb 2 2009, 11:05 PM
Love Thief Posts: 136 Group: Citizen Member #250 Joined: January 3, 2009	He thought about it for a moment, a frown appearing on his broken features. It took a good, long moment of silence before he opened his mouth and said, "No offense, King, Sir, but somebuddy needs ta help you witcher interrogational skills. You talk to da interrogatee like they three years old and they ain't gonna say shit." An arm raised. He wiped his nose on the back of his arm and sniffled, shifting his visual attention to the floor upon which he sat. "She ain't... mah enemy. Freya's... diff'rnt. She had her reasons for whut she did. Ah may not know 'em, but ah know she has 'em, and it's gatta be a good reason... but she ain't my friend either now. Either way," he glanced up, helplessly shrugging at the lord with empty hands, "ah couldn't tell ya whatchoo wanna know. Ah never even saw what was in those crates, let alone where she put em." A dopey smile replaced his frown. Unfortunately, he didn't think about the consequences of that either. The smile just happened to slip out because he thought his situation was funny in an insane way, the way he knew he wouldn't get out of it, so there's nothing left to do but laugh. Little did he know that this small little gesture could actually be taken as mockery and even make the situation worse, regardless of how impossible he thought that may be.

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