Blackfeather Woods duma key

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she gave a wry smile at his words, and nodded. it was not a choice of hers to remain so silent — her impediment made it nigh unto impossible to speak more than a handful of words at one time, but the malady had made vuk rather introspective and particularly observant. she noted that whle cicero mentioned weakness, he did not speak of it in an ill manner, but rather as an adorning feature.
vuk frowned as she pondered this, before letting her features smooth. "i am w-weak b-but s-strong?" the woman whispered softly. it was a concept she had not heard before, and she found she was thankful to cicero for it.[/tr][/td][/table]