Deepwood Weald The dark that creeps, shadows seep

excuse me? i'm ajei? she said. in turn, he responded with an name's not important, really. and an exhale. call me whatcha like, i don't care. he eyed her with sharp blue, assessing how likely he'd win in a fight if shove came to bite. but there was truth to his actions ; those smaller than they should be need not be friendly, as one never knew what sort of nasty would wanna poke around for fighting. one could never be too careful.
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so, ajei-ma'am, what kingdoms lay 'round here? intel, vital. he'd know it all. important. stop with questioning him. he needed to question.
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it had never failed him yet.