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Arion scowled, hating the idea of being imprisoned, even if the prison was a beautiful one.
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Dalamar placed Frita into a different jar and picked up Arion's. "I will work on her wing, but in the meantime, I'll let you start to get settled."
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"I'll bring you both there now. This one's damaged wing makes no difference to me. In fact--" He produced a small pair of scissors and cut off both of Frita's wings.
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