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... eat as always, yet in its heart Belric looked anything but lively. He was slumped on a chair behind a desk, hair matted with sweat, arms folded like he hadn’t moved in hours.
When the group approached him, he barely raised his head, his eyes dull, until they landed on Arden and the others.
"About time," he muttered, though the spark that returned to his gaze betrayed him. "I’ve been waiting."
Arden smirked faintly. "Doesn’t look like it. You look like you’ve been waiting ...
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