[ Duke blinks, trying to place the smells to this place. Fire was clear enough, if it was one of those low ones for heating that few ever used, and nothing else tells him anything... of use.
The voice is not any he recognizes, but the term of endearment automatically makes him ignore it; its not for him -
Although the slamming shut door makes him turn for the wall to find it. That is another thing he automatically places, this time as 'bad thing'. ]
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The voice is not any he recognizes, but the term of endearment automatically makes him ignore it; its not for him -
Although the slamming shut door makes him turn for the wall to find it. That is another thing he automatically places, this time as 'bad thing'. ]