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The discussion around the table turned into a debate of those present. A sometimes heated, and elongated one.

My Lord Castle was about as sick of it, as My Lord Castle could sense many of the beings were. My Lord Castle was about to do something.

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Nithel sat, not looking at anyone as he chewed and rubbed his chin. He had tuned most of the voices out by now, in his own thoughts. He fingered the wooden pieces, watching memories in his mind, ones that tugged his heart in good ways. Ones that made the ache inside worse, and his longing for home.

He glanced up at Alessio, staring at him. Nithel offered a sad smile, then sighed through his nose, and looked down.

Then the table vanished and a wind started. Seeming to blow from no where, and go everywhere. Shoving some of the beings together, others apart, pushing different groups toward different doors.

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My Lord Castle intends to keep Alessio and Nithel together, It was easier to use Alessio with Nithel near… and started thrusting them toward the watery door.

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