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"So let me get this straight," Hjoromir said, uncharacteristic skepticism in his eyes. "You're a Daedra, except you manifest on Mundus in the form of a talking dog... and your master is Clavicus Vile?"
"What part is confusing you?" the dog asked, and Mal had to stifle her laugh.
Hjoromir looked helplessly at Mal, and on the other side of him, Lydia snickered unapologetically. "I think it's the voice," Mal offered. "You have a very strange accent, even for a Daedra. And especially for a dog."
Barbas only rolled his eyes. "Are you guys going to help me or what?"