[ She presses herself flat against the wall and scarcely breathes for a few moments, until the footsteps proceed in another direction. Trilla may be good at talking her way out of things, but this heedless fool next to her seems like the sort to blunder directly into danger and try to fight rather than talk his way out.
He's never going to last, here. ]
If I knew, I wouldn't still be here listening to it. A punishment of some sort, perhaps.
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He's never going to last, here. ]
If I knew, I wouldn't still be here listening to it. A punishment of some sort, perhaps.