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indent “He is,” Gabriel said, well aware that Marlowe was more then capable of speaking in their tongue if he chose so. The raven, unaffected by their antics, shook his head and continued to pick at the carcass. The Aquila blew steam out of his nose and kept his eyes on the outside of the cave up until the point that the girl spoke again. He turned his head over his shoulder, giving her his full attention.
indentThe question made him cast a sly look at the bird, now ignoring them, and he smiled thinly. “He's not really a pet. My mother befriended him and he’s stuck around since then.” Save a trip south with his sister, of course.




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