[ the laughter sets his teeth on edge. there's something not right about it--something so undeniably off that parts of him recoil at the sound. how silly of him to think that because they were further away from where they had been they were safe.
with an irritated mutter of maker's breath, cullen rises to his feet, pup not far behind him. he eyes the grey children, glances down at the dog, at cecily, and then back to the children. ]
You know this place better than I do. Do we stand or retreat?
[ and where in this place can he get a sword because this is just getting ridiculous. ]
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with an irritated mutter of maker's breath, cullen rises to his feet, pup not far behind him. he eyes the grey children, glances down at the dog, at cecily, and then back to the children. ]
You know this place better than I do. Do we stand or retreat?
[ and where in this place can he get a sword because this is just getting ridiculous. ]