The latched it's far onto his shoulders at first nudging but soon feverishly yanking at him to turn around and flee from this lethal enemy, it was an act of will or perhaps greater self preservation that stopped, after all turning his back now could just as likely cause him to be ripped open without even seeing it coming. No matter how many court gatherings one attended there seemed to be no escaping the torment of inadequacy, a seeded desire to rid himself of that handicap is what ultimately motivated him to stay resolute. He grabs his potential enemy by the hand and smiles at her reassuringly, hoping that she chooses to play nice. "So, what brings you to The City of Trees?"
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