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Hector went next to the door to the gynaeconitis and kept his gaze down, being discreet. He shouted to the girls inside, “Hey, can I speak with Bobo?”
The girls murmured something and after a long moment, Bobo walked out, rubbing herself with a towel, her armour taken off. She hadn’t showered yet, she had a sheen of glistening sweat on her skin and it was all from the exertion. “Aye? Who are ye?”
Hector smiled at her and offered his hand. “I’m Hector Troy. I have a new team, and I wanted to know if you’d like to play with us.”
Bobo stopped wiping her neck and stared at him, frowning, and very much not shaking his hand. “And why are ye asking me? Stu is the yin who makes the call.”
Hector shrugged. “I wanted to see if you wanted to first. Again, we’re a new team, but I
