12-30-2010, 01:55 AM
Maerad's mouth quirked up in a small smile. The boy was nervous, she could see. She couldn't blame him. She had spent years practicing being intimidating. The soldier was taller than her, but her reputation, she felt, more than made up for it. Maerad eyed the soldier up and down critically, the same way her father used to do when he criticized something she did.What is your name, boy? Her voice was deceptively kind and caressing. She pulled out her dagger and fiddled with the sharpened tip.I don't remember seeing you here before. Are you new, or have you just been hiding?
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