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Blaedy went to Brill to test a little piece of stagecraft and discovered that a woman cannot announce supper without attracting a level-nine admirer bearing raw wolf meat and ambitions. He gave her his portion, flirted, and kissed her besides. The Forsaken may have escaped death, but apparently not dreadful courtship.
Summoneyy was delighted by the prospect of reading the resulting account, which is the useful attitude when someone else has been stalked around a village for the sake of a tale. Blaedy, practical to the end, inspected the account afterward and found its prose wanting. Even humiliation must meet editorial standards.