Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

I've come to claim my trophy, she quipped, but as the other did not contest her rank, the bedraggled woman decided to relent. I just wanted to meet my fellow, is all. Wednesday leered at that, but did not continue on the subject the other had started. Her interest was true, and there was a hungry glint in her eye that was not malicious as it might normally have been. 

Want to know how I got these scars? Wednesday went on, not at all fluent in matters of the heart. She thought she was eloquent, however, and watched the other with apt interest, though she was utterly elementary in this all.