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Oh, hell to the no.

'Scuse me? Vercingetorix called out, laughing incredulously, though the sound was without humor. He broke into a graceful trot and fell alongside the man, canting his head toward him. His eyes were probing. I didn't ask for sass. I asked you to pass on a message.

He moved, then, to block the stranger's pack, squaring his shoulders. I don't know who put it into your head that it's okay for you to be here, but it's not, Verx informed him coldly. I smell that woman on your coat. She's squatting here. This land belongs to someone else. Now, if you're attached, I'd be happy to refer you to my commander. . .

Otherwise--sorry, what did you say, again? Oh, yeah. . .otherwise, you can piss off.