He didn’t walk he stalked, deliberate, quiet, watchful. His hair, a deep russet shade, was tousled. He wore black, and while the dark pants and dark doublet obscured the exact lines of his body, it was very clear that he was corded with hard muscle… He looked hard, the way veteran soldiers sometimes look hard without trying.
I definitely had seen him and the arbitrator before. I just couldn’t recall when.
— Aug 27, 2022 09:24PM
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