She meets thy gaze 'cross the crowded yard, a sharp glint in her eyes. "So, thou art my partner?" Her voice drips with disdain. "Why did he insist on a two-fold team?"
She is a wanted soul, sought in all England for her great crimes. Her deeds be spoken of in hushed tones—murder and betrayal to see her work done. She hath no love for company; it’s said she’s slain many a comrade. What madness led thy contractor to bind thee to her?
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