He became aware of a man drawn
alongside them, frozen in stillness even
in the midst of battle, and
knew that what had just happened had
been seen, and overheard.
He turned, the truth on his face. Stripped
bare, he could not hide himself in that
moment. Laurent, he thought, and lifted
his gaze to meet the eyes of the man who
had witnessed the last words of Lord
Touars.
It wasn't Laurent. It was Jord.

He was staring at Damen in horror, his
sword lax in his hand.

Autore: C.S. Pacat

He became aware of a man drawn<br />alongside them, frozen in stillness even<br />in the midst of battle, and<br />knew that what had just happened had<br />been seen, and overheard.<br />He turned, the truth on his face. Stripped<br />bare, he could not hide himself in that<br />moment. Laurent, he thought, and lifted<br />his gaze to meet the eyes of the man who<br />had witnessed the last words of Lord<br />Touars.<br />It wasn't Laurent. It was Jord.<br /><br />He was staring at Damen in horror, his<br />sword lax in his hand. - C.S. Pacat




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