Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

He was a walking anomaly.
Or maybe an non-walking one, given his leg.

She studied him, his vagueness giving her plenty of red flags—his demeanor even more so. Finally, she shifted her weight, considering, eyes roving him with a sense of finality. “Tell me then—if you were me —miz mountain, as you call me—what would you do?”