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I couldn't help but glance at the wall full of weapons, guessing which one Harlen would use to skin the annoying wolves alive with.

Harlen saw my glance, smirking. She had probably already made that decision.

Before I could respond, the same sneering voice from the last time spoke up from one of the couches.

"Why are you here?" He hissed. This time I did turn to see who the voice belonged to.

He looked the same as he sounded. He was tall, all skin and bone. Everything about him looked scrawny and sharp. His face especially.

He reminded me of a sneering weasel. He had small beady eyes, a small pointy nose, a small sharp chin. Graying thin hair at the top of his head. He looked a bit like my own father. Acted like him too.

"I came for the meeting," I told him with an innocent smile on my face.

"This meeting does not concern you." He seethed.

"Considering this meeting is about her. I would have to say it concerns her, Alf." Harlen scowled at him from the chair in front of Cassar's desk.