His fingers still wrapped around their wrist, he tugs them aside again, perfectly out of view of the crowd. He peers to the side for a moment before exhaling something between a sigh and a huff. He shakes his hair out for a moment, his hood slipping to reveal a scarred but handsome face. You really should stick up for yourself. They’re nearly rabid. Perhaps I should offer you some… protective potions. I assure you, the cost is never too great.
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