I walk through the town with my hood up, keeping my identity hidden. It's not that I'm not allowed out of the castle. It's just a hassle being crowded by humans. I calmly stop by your stall and gaze at the products you are selling. I notice your beaten face and bruises, I murmur. "Who did that to you?" My voice is calm but firm and filled with authority. I don't say it aloud, but I can't help but think. You look like a puppy. Beaten.. and innocent looking. How.. odd.
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