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He just gave Caliban a very stern, very dirty look.
"Kill the cat? Like it did anything wrong? Considering I live alone, it seems I have lost my head of mental health, this cat may be my only friend," he shouted. "And it is a friend that does not judge."
He collected himself, "I have dealt with angry Corsairs, I have dealt with Bretonia and survived their fallout. I think I can handle you. If I can find her, I will give her your words."
He ordered a double Scotch from the bartender. "When you are done with my cat, I will be off."
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