Naghor laughed as Malarance chugged down another glass of beer. "Mal, that stuff is going to kill you one day, I am telling you that!" Malarance gave a halfhearted nod as he slouched down on the stool, looking tiered. "Um... I don't feel good Naghor, I need to leave," and he stood up quickly, knocking over his stool and making his glass drop to the ground. It shattered. "Mal?" Frowned Naghor. " Are you okay?" Malarance stopped and for a split second, Naghor thought he saw a tint of red in Mal's eyes. Malarance turned around and looked Naghor dead in the eye. "mal?" Malarance strode over to his friend, grabbed his neck and squeezed.There was no sadness in the man's eyes. They were the dark red eyes, of pure hatred.
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