“Excuse me. You don’t mind if I join you?” the girl says without introduction, and is pulling up a chair to Helen’s table even before they have agreed.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help but hear your conversation,” she continues, “I know Gyrdir. And he is very dangerous to my people.”
Jóhanna, one of the alfr who have been taunting my characters by night, finally speaks, in the day to Helen. What comes next? It’s in my mind, but now? Bed…!
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