[ Vader held his sword still, eyeing the girl. She must have been in Silver then, if she was busy packing wounds. For a moment, he was still tempted to leave his mark, to make certain she wouldn't make such a mistake again, but to do so would serve him little good. And... well, he still owed the Silver Court his continued existence. ]
[ With a flick if his wrist, the sword was back in its sheath. ]
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[ With a flick if his wrist, the sword was back in its sheath. ]
Take your place with the others.