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Azriim grinned. «I always liked you. It's unfortunate that I have to kill you,»

«Unfortunate», said Azriim, and grinned. «I like to leave cities in ruins, not find them so.»

They were human; he was a shade.

... And besides, I like him.» He looked at Riven and smiled broadly. «Even though he has poor taste in clothes, friends... and carpets.»