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*Eventually reaching Ali's office, The soldier hung his weapon over his shoulder and reached up to his helmet with both of his hands. Grabbing onto it and then twisting it slightly to the right while he pulled downwards, this created a sudden burst of oxygen to shoot out before he simply lifted the helmet off and held it with his left hand, the soldiers brow eyes looking down at Beb for a brief second before he knocked once and entered. Saluting and speaking with it's normal voice which were dark yet soft. Sir!, This girl is looking for "Old-man".

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* Ali's attention shifted over from Amara to the soldier, then Beb. Vupi's little friend with cannibalistic tendencies. Once the soldier had spoken Ali leaned back and simply nodded.* That would be me, You can depart now soldier. Take the rest of the day off, I've heard your wife is pregnant and I'm sure she'd like you to be with her instead of patrolling in a dusty castle. * The soldier couldn't help but smile a bit as he took a step backward, lowered his hand and walked out from the office again. Leaving Beb in Ali's office with him, Amara and Raven.* You hungry Beb, I could have a freshly removed arm sent up here if you like. Afterwards you could tell me why you are here.

*Bebadora lit up like the morning sun.* Really? A fresh one? Nothing funny with it or anything? Oh that would be really great! *Bebadora grinned from ear to ear, awaiting the promised meal with childlike enthusiasm. Ignoring all the others. They were not important.*

"You know i'm only kidding... Or am i?"
She replied in a child-like manner, throwing a swift grin at Ali before standing from her seat and wandering somewhat hesitantly towards his alcohol cabinate. Like always, she stood for a while staring through the glass, admiring his grand selection, and then she stood for a little longer trying to decide which to have. Another little bottle would do, which narrowed the variety down a tad. Finally, she pulled out another bottle of the same drink that Ali had tossed her before, turned and sat back down in the same seat in the exact same position.
"Anyway, Care to introduce me?"
She spoke while opening the lid of the bottle.

* Ali had to force himself to refrain from laughing after Beb's words to Amara, that sounded so wrong on so many levels. Once he managed to grab a hold of himself he simply coughed twice and folded his arms in front of his chest.* That is Bebadora, Amara.

Bebadora is Bebadora *She said to the Lady. She turned her head towards Old Man, and her smile was gone.* You know where Funny-Ears is, don't you? Is he still little? Is he okay? Do you think He will remember Bebadora?

*The smell of blood drifted towards her. This was almost to good to be true! Bebadora carefully lifted up the arm and checked it. Hmmmm. This one would be great with some garlic, perhaps. She sniffed it. And some oregano, if fried. But perhaps she could make a sugar-finger too? She pinched the fingers...No, not this one. She glanced a the two others.* Would you want...... *Waaait a minute, what had the Old Man said? Funny-Ears' son?!* What was the last thing you said, Old Man?

Amara stood then, the colour from her face seemed to have been completely drained.
"I'll take my leave... I've seen my fair share of cannabalizm in my time, but that still hasn't stiffened my stomach enough to bare it so close to my eyes."
She seemed to let off a small shiver then while walking towards the door.
"I'll return in a bit... hopefully when she's finished."
Then, Amara left the room, closing the door behind her and making her way out of the castle to wander the streets of Ali's city.

*Bebadora scowled a little at Old Man. But she was temporarily very happpy, since she had gotten such fine meat. So she could ask him out after she had eaten up. That way nothing could be taken from her. She found a poker and brutally speared the arm on it. Then she let the leftover blood dripple back in the box from which it came, and put the whole thing inside the fireplace. All the while humming happily for herself.*