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Elias nodded. "That's better, but don't whine," he said, holding the bowl within reach for James. He wouldn't put it at his lips. The other would have to lap at it, like a dog. He could tell from his tone that James really didn't remember. He had no clue what kind of master James would go to, so he had to train him to be able to handle even the harshest of masters. That meant no whining, and speaking when spoken to. A presumptuous question was liable to get him a lot more than a thump.
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