[Ah, there it is. The fancy speech again. Quirky indeed, Gnosis thinks, as he simply casts his gaze about everything happening and responds with an icy calm.]
Gnosis, [is all he gives, shifting his head to the side as a light breeze ruffles the feathers on his head.] And there shall be no digging of my grave tonight.
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Gnosis, [is all he gives, shifting his head to the side as a light breeze ruffles the feathers on his head.] And there shall be no digging of my grave tonight.