Sessrumnir’s eyes narrowed in frustration at the weepy General, not knowing what he’d said this time that got him all upset. But he didn’t bother stopping him when he decided to run towards the other end of the building. He drew in a deep breath, held it, and then let it out. He was probably going to regret not killing Chrysocolla or whoever he actually was, but right now he was tired of dealing with moody teenagers and their angst.

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Teenagers! emotion_eyebrow