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Iona: Ah!
Imri: Now, darling, there’s just a few mouthfuls here. Hardly worth the effort.
Stanczia: Oh, I don’t know . . . she could be a fun snack. Especially if she thrashes a little.
Iona: I don’t thrash, milady. But I will shake your hand. My name is Iona Nibelungsen. It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Stanczia, Lord Imri.
Stanczia: Ooh, you’re a brave one! I like it.
Imri: Come visit us in two or three decades, little bird. Our halls may have a place for you.