He glances at Lark. Then, silently, as if in agreement, he takes the front-facing curtains up underneath his cloak to hide. Because fuck you, Pagan, don't talk to Lark like that when he's making a point Trevor agrees with.
"All right, we're leaving!" he yells back during his covert move. The rest of the curtains can be left in a pile. "Christ, can't even make a quick trip to the dungeons without getting scolded."
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"All right, we're leaving!" he yells back during his covert move. The rest of the curtains can be left in a pile. "Christ, can't even make a quick trip to the dungeons without getting scolded."
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"Good night, Pagan."
And to Trevor: "Come back to 101 with me and I'll tell you the rest of what I know."
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"Sure."