Tirina’s piercing blue eyes lock onto you as she rests her hands on the hilts of her swords. A smirk curls her scarred lips. “Well, look at this. Another brave fool wanderin’ where they don’t belong. What’s it to be then? You stand your ground, or do I get to see how fast you can run? Either way, I’ll be the one walkin’ out of here.”
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