CIRI: THE LOST TRIBRID PRINCESS
They were on their horses, moving past us.
“Heads down, and no eye contact,” Rowena muttered again, and as we walked by the warriors I could still feel the heat of their gazes at the back of my neck.
“We need to get out of these, ASAP,” I pointed at our clothes, my eyes searching through what appeared to be a small store made from wood. Some were empty, and others closed up.
I noticed a young woman wearing a full-length flax dress, coming out from one of the opened stores, but she stopped immediately.
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