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“Hello there~” The woman said as she gave a bow of mockery towards Lucian, “To think that a valiant Knight would be defending this hovel of fleas this late into the night. It almost warms my heart to see you try so hard.”
Lucian felt his mind snap as he realized what she was saying. Confusion was made but now he had a face to it, “Who are you!?”
“Does it matter?” She tilted her head with a canid expression, “You are about to die anyway Sir Knight. Protecting the dribble you so despised.”
“I… I will not abandon my Family!” Shouted Lucian as he felt his muscles tense in anticipation.
The look of confusion was placed upon the face of the woman as she heard his words. Then a roar of laughter came as she shook her head, “You’re a <span class="mu-i">peasant</span>! Ha! By the dark gods you might be the first peasant to face me by their own will alone.”
Lucian did not respond. What was there to respond to? The mockery that she slandered against all his people or the clear fact that she was somekind of dark mastermind. A Magician from distant lands ready to bring terror upon the entire realm of Bretonnia.
“Tell you what, Peasant.” She gave a nasally bark that somehow gave a hollow ring to it, “I will let you live. Go ahead, flee and tell your Masters of what happened here today.”
Lucian could not help but look at the wolves around her. He had heard tales of fay and knew never to take such monsters at their word like she was.
A gleam came from the woman as she noticed his hesitation, “My wolves will not eat you either. You shall live, so run away to your lords and their tall castles.”
>Flee
>Remain.
