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[b]”I guess the law is kind of stupid, but then again… isn’t the Emperor on the throne by divine sanction? Oh well, I guess it isn’t illegal if nobody catches you, eh?”[/b] Ernst took another swig from his tankard, giving a sigh of relief, before refilling it with a nearby pitcher. [b]”Oh yes -- a real drink! Haven’t had that in how many weeks! Bloody hell, the times are hard, aren’t they? It sure shows, when I can’t even get my nightly ale and especially when a noble girl like you would make a mercenary out of herself like this. At least you’re being sent against a dragon, miss. Be a good story to tell to mom and pop if ever we survive, for sure.”[/b]

He brought the tankard to his lips when his eyes mildly widened and he paused for a moment. [b]”Say, I’m not the only one who saw that talking dog, right?”[/b] he said with a smile. [b]“What the hell’s up with that, eh? Thank the Gods it’s actually a bit civilized.”[/b]