• GŪNDLHEIM, THE NORTH FOREST
AYA NAAMAH IGNORED THE POUNDING ON THE DOOR. "These fucking villagers—" she hissed.
Beside her in the small inn apartment, Ravenna bristled with restrained annoyance. She sent Aya a look. "Oh please, like you don't know why the townies are banging at our door this early in the morning." Her sarcasm was clear. "Tell me you don't? I dare you."
In the room they had shared since the destruction of Emberfall, Aya Naamah was silent. She looked around for a while, darting her eyes at every quaint item but Ravenna's green pupils. Eventually, she met her gaze, and flushed. Her voice was flirty and held more than a bit of sugary sweetness when she said,
"Well, it isn't my fault the men want to fuck."
"Blunt much?" Ravenna challenged, but it was friendly.
Aya only shrugged.
BANG! BANG! BAAAANNG!
