Sasani sweeps a hand on her face. She frowned and looked at Ned.
"I've known it a long time," Ned said. "Who's Land?"
Sasani blushed for a moment. Ginger and silky hair ran messily along her tightened chest. And as if he remembered something, her thin and curvy lips quivered. "No," she muttered, looking at the muscular man with the neck slashed open. Blood fully dried, making a red plaster on the ground.
"Do you know him?" Ned said, looking at Sasani back to Rickart.
The Quickfall scout moved by limping toward Sidric, holding the dagger in his left, and the vials in his right.
Ned stood and dashed—almost dashing but stopped as he saw Rickart bent beneath Keesha.
Must be due to the fiery hot of the bonfire that Keesha's blood, oozing out her eyes and crushed head, was now fully dry.
