“Detective, will you please shut up. You’re starting to give me a migraine and I don’t have a headache relief elixir on me,” Iseult begged as she slowly massaged her temple.
“We’re sitting in a prison and you want me to be quiet? Are you crazy,” the detective asked in a panicky tone.
“We’re not in a prison,” Iseult insisted with a grimace.
Detective Otokar raised an eyebrow and asked in disbelief, “What do you call it?”
“A spartanly decorated sitting room,” Iseult responded with a smirk.
“One we can’t leave,” detective Otokar interjected snidely.
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