[Ren's own blood ran cold when he locked eyes with a slave girl holding a piece of parchment. He didn't need to get a good look at the red seal to recognize it -- at first, he is so frozen with disbelief that he doesn't even know what to say or do. Had she just eaten the damned missive?!
Seven hells. All he could think of was the King on the Iron Throne, his scowl twisting with fury as he cautiously admitted that a bastard had eaten their last hope of finding Skywalker.
A furious snarl echoes between the trees. He won't catch her in full armor. So he sheathes his sword and stomps back to his horse, mounting her and urging her after the Sand rat. He whistles; the hounds begin to bay and follow his lead to chase down the girl.
They will tackle and pin her if she doesn't jump for a tree swiftly.]
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Seven hells. All he could think of was the King on the Iron Throne, his scowl twisting with fury as he cautiously admitted that a bastard had eaten their last hope of finding Skywalker.
A furious snarl echoes between the trees. He won't catch her in full armor. So he sheathes his sword and stomps back to his horse, mounting her and urging her after the Sand rat. He whistles; the hounds begin to bay and follow his lead to chase down the girl.
They will tackle and pin her if she doesn't jump for a tree swiftly.]