Tuktu Weir queen of numbers

absalom did not flinch at her susurration--ew summarized the unthrifty man in every way, but he lacked the ability to reflect on himself in a way that would derive insecurity. "i was attacked." he responded. the girl lent a demure appearance that was not consistent with the oath on her tongue--she seemed more assured of herself, and his inclinations sought a softer touch. "in the bog. by a red wolf." he elaborated, his face awash with angst. "he tried to strangle me."