Note: Edited the previous chapter. Fixed grammar issues, and added dialogue and prose, but no major changes to the story.
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It was a while later—after Liara finished dabbing the bite on my neck with a Wisdom and Co. healing potion and bandaging it with a Wisdom and Co. healing gauze—when Carmina finally stirred from her musings. The Lady Night Circus spoke in the language that the Arefu villagers used too—Romanian or Hungarian, I think—and although the only word I recognized was "Lup," which I knew meant 'wolf', I gathered from the frowns rising on her followers' faces that Carmina had seen exactly what I wanted her to see.
"He-he-he-he," giggled the green-haired, rail-thin dude in the clown suit. "I've always wanted to gut a monstrous wolf with my knives. He-he-he — and now I get my chance — he-he-he…"
