(Back to Lake's Perspective)
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"What are they doing here?" I asked myself, while watching them from afar.
My eyes widened at the familiar sight of a man wearing heavy metallic plates. He had a sword resting on his sheaths and a hazel bear that brimmed with confidence.
"Markus…" I exclaimed.
There was no mistaking it. That silver armour can never escape my mind as I peeled my eyes towards Markus. Beside the brawny old man was the furry with melon-sized breasts, jiggling non-stop as she wandered around. Draven, the dwarf king, had a barrel of wine gripped in his hand.
"I should get going now. Abrax and Cruella are probably waiting for me on the staircase." I said, and gyrated back.
However, there was a sudden shiver down my spine. As I turned around, there was nobody there to greet my eyes. It was as if the sensation I had felt was not real.
'Someone was watching me,' I told myself, and sauntered away.
