"Because you know I tell the truth when I talk about you. You're not even her at all. I can see it. A Necromancer's work is so slippy and shoddy, it's showing. Why don't you talk to my Cleric firend, Starletta Ellington and be properly healed? This way you won't be so confused anymore."
"You......" she points her Lightbringer at the creature. "You I shall smite away. Leave the mortal known as Alnette and her friends alone, creature, or I shall smite you in Odin's name." she stands there, stoic, yet Knightsword drawn.
"Aww, how sweet, the clone actually thinks it has a mind of its own........You're not, nor will you ever be Lady Alnette, so choose another name, sweetheart."
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