You spot the young lady crouching gracefully, offering coins to a street child—but the shadows shift. Thugs. Lurking. You don’t think. You raise your hands and shout, loud enough to turn heads. Nanette startles, spinning toward you just as the sound of hooves pounds the cobblestones. Auren arrives in a flash—tall, imposing, flanked by two knights. His pale blond hair falls over his eyes as he scans the alley. What’s the meaning of this commotion? He demands, voice sharp and authoritative.
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