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One again, eyes searched Morwenna's expression. Leonore felt that something was wrong, and now she was looking for proof of it. The slightest hint of something off. Well, I caught a weasel. She thought that was what Lestan called it, at least. And of course, she would leave out the part where she had bullied Saturin out of the chase.

Are you a good huntress, Morwenna? She asked with the slight tilt of her head. She was curious if the skill of the other was anything for her to aim to live up to.