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The male seemed to have been previously unaware of his presence. Marvelous. It was quite often that Rotterdam found himself able to sneak up on others given his pigmentation. The smile remained on his lips, as foreign as if he were wearing makeup. Someone showed up before the first male could respond, however, and the beast's head swung toward her like a pendulum. "Why the hell should I tell you, woman?" Words were spat at her like bile that had seeped up from his stomach. Flashing her a distasteful look, he turned his head back to the male. It was unusual that he sought anything from a male, but Rotterdam had already set his sights, and would be sure to fulfill his task. Another joined the caucus, giving off some godforsaken sound before uttering that it shouldn't matter who the wolves were. "At least you have more sense than the wench. Could've done without that blasted noise, though." Rotterdam remarked without hesitation, or even a glance to the sensible minded fellow who'd whistled. Finally came the answer he'd wanted. This man's name was Awaken, and the younger boy with him was Cross. How quaint. "I gather, then, that this island is unclaimed?" Boy, it was like pulling teeth to get information out of these fools. It would be then that he realized Maija had not joined the fray. Where was she? Twisting his blackened head to and fro, he didn't see hide nor hair of the pallid woman. "Woman, get over here." His command had been given, and she'd better hope she was within earshot to hear it.
"Speech,"
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