[ A familiar woman in a fur cloak sat not far off, the scent of blood hanging over her but hardly the sort that would specifically evoke memories of what he'd just been through. No... it was definitely the blood of that noble family, taken by force, and worn as a symbol of reckoning. There was no pride from the warrior that held it, only relief that...
They were alright. ]
You certainly know how to give an old woman a fright...
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They were alright. ]
You certainly know how to give an old woman a fright...