Amory: Hold him, Connor. We’ll take him to Lord Lavair. *will move to bind the man.* Warik: *has gone to Ziomi, lifting her to sit up, snuggling her to him, cooing comforts.* Man: *soft moan... a lord woll certainly hang him, or send him into slavery.*
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Warik: *has gone to Ziomi, lifting her to sit up, snuggling her to him, cooing comforts.*
Man: *soft moan... a lord woll certainly hang him, or send him into slavery.*