Thrasja walks nightly to work pendant in one hand, dagger in the other against forked over lads. Smart – 'tis crystal clear some would have her, pretty Goldilocks, in some alley. Like that Vale-folk violinist, watching her letter-sharp lately.
Too bad, Brownie, Haldarion smirks. As on the streets, so 'twixt the sheets: you'll bow to you betters...
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