“Hey.”
“Where have you been? He’s banned.”
“But he didn’t know the rules! xx video I had him cornered when his friend appeared with a blade to Helen’s throat. The Harajin? He could hear them inside, talking about the price hike for dwarven beer. He passed right by the two Harajin without the slightest clue. Some little noble shit spit on me while I was arresting him, told me he could smell my gutter blood.”
“Ugh, I hate them so much. “Sir Holmes!”
It was Frigga, and she looked even more tired than Holmes. “Don’t move. We need to try and open a dialogue.” They hesitantly sheathed their swords, much to Grond’s confusion. Quite the opposite, in fact. Neither Klein nor Grond moved a muscle, even blinking, until the soldier finally left.
