He nods, slowly, too scared of doing anything sudden when the Initiate reacts like that. For a moment, despite the story he told, he had forgotten that highbloods were vicious and more then a little insane.
"Thank you, preacher." He chews on his bottom lip. "Of courthe you would have painted your wallth when him. I can't thay how amathing your mathterpiethe wath, though, but you were known for your art."
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"Thank you, preacher." He chews on his bottom lip. "Of courthe you would have painted your wallth when him. I can't thay how amathing your mathterpiethe wath, though, but you were known for your art."