Just kick his sister in the chin!" Second Arcanist burst out laughing.

Dorian let out an overly dramatic groan that echoed around the room, while poor Miara couldn't resist the urge to clap her hands in exasperation. And then there was Dr. Vith, seemingly immune to the Second Arcanist's antics. Lost in his own world of scribbled notes, delicate soldering and meticulous rearrangements of crystals, he paid little attention to the comings and goings of his subordinates. He was never the type to worry about trivial matters; in fact, I doubt he'd bat an eyelash if we opened a bottle right then and there. But he's not fooled by her laissez-faire attitude. Behind that calm exterior is an absurd level of competence required from each of us.

"Another love?" the Second Arcanist waggled his bushy eyebrows at me.

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Crossing the border, the tourist Kori checks in," begins the Second Arcanist. "The officer checks his papers and asks the standard questions. 'What's his name, sir?' asks the officer. 'Jart Xinol', replies the goblin.

Mira shakes her head and sighs. "It's old, everyone knows that."

"Good then! Play with me, love!" the Second Arcanist claps his hands. "You are the officer, for obvious reasons."

"'Sex?'"

"'Three to five times a week.'"

"'No, no, I mean male or female?'"

"'Yes, male, female... sometimes boar.'"

"'Holy cow!'"

"'Yes, cow. Sheep too.'"

"'But isn't it hostile?'"

"'Yeah, horse style, dog style, any style.'"

"'Oh dear!'"

"'No, no deer. Deer run very fast.'"

Dorian moaned painfully and slapped his face, while Mira covered her face with her hands. "Sorry."

The Second Arcanist patted him on the back, chuckling. "You were lovely, thank you!"

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