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there was a hardening of the coals that lay within the skull of the other, and instantly she was aware of the minute threat made by such an action. yet she made no move to alter her stance, or to leave, or to do anything. his question had her pause; briefly, she had been searching for the scent of living-carrion, yet such a remark ought to have consequences. 

" What is it you offer?" her tone rang cool, indifferent, offering a different form of directness than his low words offered. the words were delivered as part of the game of speech she intended to play, yet behind them, there was, too, interest. for they eyes through the mist radiated a sort of power, something different than all the had seen before.