[He grabs her arm and as angry as she finds herself at his attitude she almost moves to rip it from his grip, the strength she knows he possesses be damned, she'll cut it off herself if she has to-
Barely, she tempers her reaction to a curl of lip and a sudden tensing, muscles hardened by years of harsh training with the bow bunching beneath his fingers.]
Lest our company be the accursed spirits of this place, we are.
[The sniveling little man who had turned on his master had hemmed and hawed about such before they'd entered the tunnels, but- What did that matter?]
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Barely, she tempers her reaction to a curl of lip and a sudden tensing, muscles hardened by years of harsh training with the bow bunching beneath his fingers.]
Lest our company be the accursed spirits of this place, we are.
[The sniveling little man who had turned on his master had hemmed and hawed about such before they'd entered the tunnels, but- What did that matter?]