Jander studied her and then spoke softly. “My Lady, I know the situation is dire."
'You might as well stick your head in a rain barrel, begging Your Highness’s pardon. You’d still drown, but you’d save a lot of other people a great deal of trouble.’
You didn't get to be the village of one story, she supposed, unless you were the hero of another.
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