<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>“I could go for a cheese course, like a civilised lamia,” Sasara agrees companionably. “Especially such a rude one. Johan,” she sighs, “if you’re not going to eat that, give it to someone who will,” her stomach gurgles around the still-struggling bulge of Ambril. “I don’t really want to be joined by some low-class bandit. At least Meera and Yumina were mercenaries, and they’ve did excellently in this battle, besides,” she smiles at the newcomer and his bulging, squirming belly wriggling with soon-to-be-extinguished bandit life, “seems like we’ve already made a new friend.”<br/><br/>PS: Sorry, summer slump has hit me hard…