She wanted to hit herself for being so slow. The clack made him click his teeth together. The tent was drenched in shadow, still and close. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect for the dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful.
Grenn's downcut was answered by an overhand that dented his helm. We're not all as dumb as Grenn. We need to march south to meet him. Tell me again what you saved.
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