[ His comment comes and goes while she's finding a spot to sit, more grass crunching, the whisper of fabric, the wind whistling differently as it eddies around the rocks she's taken refuge behind. No trees here, on the edge of the Silent Plains, but this will do, the sound of the rest of the group (more than a dozen of them) out of earshot now. She heard what he said, but he moved on, and she tries to let him. ]
I can. [ It sounds right up his alley, carved straight out of one of his stories. ] So you did have to fight the Venatori after all?
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I can. [ It sounds right up his alley, carved straight out of one of his stories. ] So you did have to fight the Venatori after all?