The bandit chief grinned at Aurienne. He did not have teeth so much as one or two sarsen stones. “A pretty thing like you come to visit us all the way out here? What luck.”
Aurienne flung a hand towards him—necessary dramatics, given the Fyren—and said, “Don’t come any closer, please. You needn’t die today.”
“Pretty?” interjected Mordaunt. “Who’s prettier, her or me?”
Lmao I love him
— Jan 19, 2026 09:39AM
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