STEWDOG?

Trollge reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, his face flushed. He glanced around the room, suddenly aware that we weren't alone. Stewdog, the ever-present observer, was still in the room, watching us with his unwavering gaze. Trollge sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "We can't forget about Stewdog," he muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

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