[ This is one of those times. He slips from shadow into the ring of lamplight, gaslight, not anbaric in this section of town. Riona trots dignified next to him, and he offers her his arm. ]
I don't like this area.
[ Spoken lowly. Something in his instincts says they should look elsewhere. ]
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I don't like this area.
[ Spoken lowly. Something in his instincts says they should look elsewhere. ]