Elf To Tame A Werewolf
Unconsciously, I inch away from Cyran.
He zeroes in on Torek, surprise suddenly slicing his features. 'Another elf.' He spits the word like it's a taint in his mouth, and for some reason, Torek backs away, his hand outstretched to "shield" his sister. 'Found someone to do your work for you, eh?' he asks Dell. 'Point us to Tussel, and we'll let you go,' she says briskly. 'What?' 'That's a little to direct, Dell,' Cyran quips. 'Don't you think? Almost like she's asking me out'. Cyran purses his lips, and a sort of understanding gaze passes between them.
I step forward slowly, deliberately. If I have to reason with this new version of Elwyn, we needn't be gentle. Straight yes, but definitely no
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