She can't deny that. Her arms don't show the bruises of being held, thanks to a longer sleeved shirt, but there are marks on her face. Not obvious to what was done, but she won't forget. Her mouth forced open, a potion poured down her throat. She wouldn't forgive that.
"But you'll forgive Circle Midnight if we're slow to trust. The help is welcome, but we've cause to be on guard." The blood spilled in Barnet and the uneasy truce that had settled in its wake spoke to that.
Moved to the end of September!
She can't deny that. Her arms don't show the bruises of being held, thanks to a longer sleeved shirt, but there are marks on her face. Not obvious to what was done, but she won't forget. Her mouth forced open, a potion poured down her throat. She wouldn't forgive that.
"But you'll forgive Circle Midnight if we're slow to trust. The help is welcome, but we've cause to be on guard." The blood spilled in Barnet and the uneasy truce that had settled in its wake spoke to that.