"Alright, alright, that's enough arguing out of you two. Can you actually tell the tales now?" Morrigan reprimanded the two bickering men, getting them back on track.
"Right, sorry Traytora." David apologised sheepishly.
Ba'arhim also apologising, "Yeah, sorry about that. Anyways, which would you like to hear about first, the basically a cult story, or the dungeon dive story?"
"Uh, I guess the cult story since that happened first?"
"Very well then!" Ba'arhim said boisterously as he began telling this tale. "It all began just a few days after the festival concluded…"
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(Umbryal, Lunira 35th, Past)
(Ba'arhim POV)
I was working in my office, doing some paperwork, when all of a sudden, one of the assistants came barging in a panic, saying that the Duchess wanted to see me.
Of course, I stopped everything I was doing and urged her to come in. Whenever she comes and visits, it's always something serious, and she needed our help dealing with a problem.