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[peerless_thayet]

Just before dawn, the raiders close in on the village and Pirate's Swoop, expecting to tighten their net and catch the Tortallans unaware. Instead they invade an empty village and face the castle's closed gates. On the wall, warriors and villagers alike stare down at them, fully armed

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[peerless_thayet]

His accent is definitely distinctive. To anyone who had been beyond Tortall's borders, it probably wouldn't pass for Gallan or Tyran or whatever country Alanna used to claim he was from. At the moment she can't recall. The night was long and sleep unattainable.

Checking her bowstring, Thayet glances up at the fog.

"Don't you start with the needless formality," she chides Raph. Her voice is pitched low, keeping her words between them. One or two guards stand within earshot and sometimes, under such circumstances, the rules and familiarity of tradition help keep some people from feeling lost or scared.

Raph never seemed the sort, however.

[peerless_thayet]

Thayet lifts her head and laughs quietly, the sound rich and clear, then lowers it once more to continue going over her bow.

Again.

She's checked every inch of it and her two daggers at least twice since arriving on the observation deck.

"No offense taken, Raphael."

Her smile is an invitation to speak freely.