A Mile From Gehanna's Gateway
It is a better way to say I grew up in the dungeons; without the rambling of etiquette tutors or the stillness of noble classes—I was rather taught to walk on my toes by rats.
“Yet, you should know a simple salute to a noble. Do not act dumb, Allegra.” I frown slightly, wiggling my shoulders as the Japanese approach us. “How was your journey across the continents, Master Xaulfur?” Lord Owen says, while the other man’s gaze settles on me.
“Splendid! I must tell you though, Chester is a beautiful City.” I would love it if he talked more to lengthen the conversation, but the old man seems to keep his statements short and precise.
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