{Melistair}
The sun was setting by the time Melistair finished his shift at the construction site, his muscles aching from a day of heavy lifting.
[You know... It's been a while since any of the human workers have complained about having to work with nim,] he thought, wiping sweat from his brow. [Amazing what your daughter saving the king can do for workplace relations, eh?]
"Oi! Mel!"
Rax, his fellow nim and drinking buddy of fifteen years, waved him over. The other nim's purple skin was covered in dust, but his grin was as bright as ever.
"Ready for that drink? Those new girls have been asking about you~"
"I don't know," Melistair sighed. "Last time I 'got to know' any new girls, I could hardly walk for a week."
"That's the best part, isn't it?" Rax grinned.
[... Got me there.]
So, Melistair agreed.
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