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"Hmm, it would appear that heroes nowadays don't bother checking that their work is complete. Standards have certainly slipped."

The figure stretched as she stood up, turning her head to the sound of clicking bone.

"Ah, much better. Now, where is that little pest that took my skull from here? I want a word with them. It's a good thing Styrr is such a loyal follower, he's so obedient that one. Brought it right back here like I asked him to..."

A faint howl from the corridors caught her attention, and she picked up her sword.

"I'm coming my dears, patience."