“What about you?”
There it was, then. Thus, I returned, my savagery unmitigated – perchance even worsened out of frustration –managing again (or so I thought) to remain undetected as I slid, shaking with cold and fury, back inside my bedroll. Porn videos How could I kill him?”
“But he killed an innocent, didn’t he?” When I did not respond, she continued, “So you joined with him, and slew his hunters.”
“Yes. I especially despised bandits, primarily I suppose because they, unlike wolves and other predators, chose to prey on the weak and innocent. I know. As did werewolves? I am… content.” Her breath came raggedly. Next morning, still in full, gory armour, face now lined with streaked, dried blood, Mjoll approached our table in the Bee and Barb tavern, stopped before me, helm under one arm, kitbag strapped over the other shoulder; she looked as though she had been awake all night – likely had, in vigil.
