The hall was empty, yet she was sure there had been eyes on her. She is strong, trader. A triangle standing on its point inside a circle. Proud, yet vulnerable, and needing him.
Something is broken inside his head, I fear. athy promises of what he would do when he caught her, promises that curdled her stomach even only half heard. Fain eyed the blue-bordered banner flapping above the roof, the spread-winged hawk clutching lightning bolts, and chortled inside himself. I thought it was .
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