He smiled, and looked her up and down. Her outfit had changed completely, her hide cladding replaced by a simple blue top and green pants. All that remained of hers were her trademark boots. Her hair had been braided and tied up above her head.

“What about you?” he asked. “These people are all dressed like demons, and you look like a princess.”

She smiled, a radiant gesture that lit up her whole face, but it only lasted for a moment before faltering into a look of concern.

“What happened last night?” she asked.

He looked down, remembering Darkmoor’s last words. He opened his mouth to speak, but a loud din rushed through the crowd, drowning him out. Annyka winced over the noise of the crowd, straining to hear him. She...

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