"Where is the small orc?"
It was the wrong question to ask, and the long-haired elf watched with amusement as Tanakyll whirled, snarling at him. He set the armor and weapons down and leaned back against the wall of the inn, arms folded. Once the story had come out--
"You can always make another."
She growled, reaching for her leggings. "Always so
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