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Fox gave him a pointed look. “I didn’t mean the pissing,” she replied, “I meant when I sent Njal to speak with them.” She had told Njal to let The Sunspire know that they were unwelcome so close. They had refused to leave. It was only then that she resorted to squatting on their land and pissing them off (quite literally). Fox had only sent Njal because she knew the moment she got involved, there would be blood. It was her way, and it was the only way she had ever known. Diplomacy, she had decided did nothing but delay the inevitable.

“What would you have me do, Mr. Wisdom?” she asked, not really knowing if she wanted to hear an answer at all. If he offered up settling with them in some way, Fox would decline vehemently. There were countless other places the two could have settled, but instead they made it a point to stay close to her. She was beginning to think they had some kind of sick obsession. Certainly there was something wrong with the both of them.