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The structure seemed to consist of bones, real bleached-white bones.To the left the flames flickered off a collection of weaponry that was sitting on shelving. To Katrina's experienced eye it seemed as though the weapons had been gathered from across the globe – human, dwarven, elven ... even a fimir blade.Moving along Katrina gave a small gasp as her eyes took in the next display – severed heads in varying stages of decomposition. She quickly looked away least she saw someone she recognised.On the other side of the bed there was a small table. The wall seemed to be decorated with a small picture of pieces of tapestry. Before Katrina could study it further Delrog pulled her towards the skull display. Thankfully he then stopped and indicated a grate in the floor."Here you will shit!" he announced.The pungent aroma put Katrina off but she was still able to peer down. At a depth of about 16 feet was a glistening pile of orc faeces and a small chink of light where, presumably, it was. “Daaaaaddy,” she whined.“I have things to do, Holly. I’ll be back in a bit. Finish up your milk first.” He said firmly, and brushed her forehead.He knew that his little girl hated drinking her milk alone without him, but he needed to badly finish that song so he could spend time with his little girl with no interruptions at the back of his mind. He ignored her face of a thunder cloud and quietly left the room.Holly stamped her foot in frustration. She hated not drinking her milk with him! She loved her daily feeding times lying on his lap, cuddled up in his big, strong arms, with his hand stroking her forehead and her hair, nuzzling his chest. She knew there was always another time, but Daddy knew how much she hated it, and while she knew that he had to rush the song… She grumbled and gnawed the nipple, sipping occasionally. She played with the toy cars and dinosaurs and dolls that her daddy bought for her absentmindedly, cross-legged on the carpet floor. She sighed and continued.
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