Eyes wide, she yanked him back just in time to avoid it colliding messily with his face. Metal clanged as it ricocheted off the wall behind them, ale splashing across Elyria's arms.
"I rather like his face," she said darkly, defensive rage flaring in her chest as she searched the crowd for whoever had lobbed the throw.
"You would all do well to avoid ruining it."
TOUCH HIM OR SHEβLL KILL YOU π
— Nov 11, 2025 09:03PM
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