[Ren sniffs and stares at the way she curls up. It occurs to him that he doesn’t know how old this girl even is — or anything else about her. He didn’t really care to know, since this was meant to be a quick getaway where he would extract the information and release her unto the wild. Apparently, that wasn’t going to work. She was going to hassle him every step of the way.]
You best get used to the idea of me, girl.
[The malice leaves his tone, even if he is still bitter.]
I’m the best shot you’ll have getting anywhere.
[Nobody had more freedom to move than a Redcloak, let alone their captain.]
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You best get used to the idea of me, girl.
[The malice leaves his tone, even if he is still bitter.]
I’m the best shot you’ll have getting anywhere.
[Nobody had more freedom to move than a Redcloak, let alone their captain.]