[Since he's just outside the room he woke up in, Yurick turns and marches back inside. So there really are words on that strange statue, glowing as if by magic. Somehow he can understand them, though they're not in the language of the Empire.
His eyes narrow when he reaches number 7, his fists clenching on top of the desk.]
... so that's what this is. Some noble's wretched idea of sport, with expendable common lives.
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His eyes narrow when he reaches number 7, his fists clenching on top of the desk.]
... so that's what this is. Some noble's wretched idea of sport, with expendable common lives.