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Rix is growling like an enraged feral dog.

"Well, it's a lot funner when her mother tells it, but I'll give it a go," I say as I lock my fingers together. "So, the story is, her mother leads a pack of Hellhounds you see, she's huge, muscular, and has spikes coming out of her back. She leads a raid on this village to get some men you see, and she happens to find this small skinny dude that would become her husband, he's on the ground looking for his glasses, and she said this herself, does a 'badass' villain walk right up to him and takes him on the spot."

Rix was moaning and groaning throughout the story and now she looked like she had suffered through a horrible opera. "There will be serious punishment when we get home," she muttered through covered paws.

I grin and whisper, "No regrets."