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Urzog's question seemed to confuse the dinner's host, but Urzog saw the gears turning. Aivrid quickly discovered what was going on. Rather than verbally stake a claim, the not-dragon simply went to work going after the red-eyed elf. Urzog wasn't sure if it was an implicit claim or not, but Fieravene had called him to work. Manners could only delay the orc's desires for so long.
Heading over to the trio of imperial officials, Urzog wrapped his arms around the trio and lifted them off the ground. He would then carry them out of the dining room, and towards the closest bedchamber, his teeth gently nibbling Medja on the way over.
Heading over to the trio of imperial officials, Urzog wrapped his arms around the trio and lifted them off the ground. He would then carry them out of the dining room, and towards the closest bedchamber, his teeth gently nibbling Medja on the way over.
