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Darda took the snub tougher than I did as she balled her hands into fists at her sides and stomped past me. “The insolence! She is nothing more than a-a-” she stood to her full short stature and quivered, “-an unforgivable, stupid vampiri de hârtie!”
I stopped in my tracks and blinked at her. “A what?”
Muffy stepped up to my side and joined me in watching Darda stomp to and fro in front of us. “Those are a species of bats that are native to the northwestern islands. They’re often fired from cannons and can drain their victim dry in a minute.”
I winced. “Right. Those things.”
She whipped her head up to me and her eyes widened. “You’ve seen them?”
I snorted. “Seen them? I watched Tillit fire off those things at a bunch of Red Dragons.”
She stepped closer to me and clasped
