"I presume each of you has your reasons for fight, but I neither have the time nor the interest in convincing you."
"However, I will meet the witch hunters in three hours."
"Cui Si will come with me."
"If you can't make up your mind, then leave. I can pretend I never saw you."
Having said that, Murphy turned and went deeper into the forest.
He had picked up on the essence of some smaller players and made it his business to see what they were up to.
After his departure, Lady Adel anxiously looked at the pale-faced Miss Phemys. She had learned why the young lady's memories were different from her own; instead of being afflicted with the pain of deciept, she felt only pity.
The first thirty years of the young lady's life was a carefully constructed lie, her own father masterminded it all.
Oh, Mother of Night, it's a gut-wrenching thought.
"Miss!"
