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." Jamil spoke up. "We could go to the nearest land-based army unit. Walk in the front door with our hands in the air. Then they'll have to listen to US."
"And what happens to Raoul in the meantime?" Xris demanded.
Olefsky was immediately concerned. "Raoul? What have you done with the Peacock?"
The Bear was fond of the Adonian and of the Little One and would frequently invite them both to the castle. Raoul's burning goal in life was to instill a sense of fashion consciousness in the Olefskys and, although the Adonian found the task daunting, he bravely and resolutely refused to shrink from the challenge. He was constantly carrying over various ensembles, spending fatiguing hours endeavoring to convince Olefsky that smelly deer hide while practical--was not suitable for formal dinner invitations to the Glitter Palace. All of which the Olefsky family found highly diverting and hung the new clothes up on the walls as curiosities.
"Where is the Peacock?" Olefsky peered around.
"Someone snatched him. Beat up the Little One. We don't know why. We don't think it has anything to do with... this other."
The Bear glanced at the Little One, who was clinging to Rowan's uniform jacket. Olefsky noticed, for the first time, the bloodstained bandage. He growled, frowned, paced about thoughtfully, trampling a small end table.
Xris took out a twist, tapped it on his knee
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