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Chapter 22: Pub Adventures
The dawn woke me gently, and I opened my eyes to see the knights and prince moving around to getting rid of any evidence of our stay. "Assassin," Breeard said under his breath. "She's up." I huffed and glared, "Don't call him that. He has a name." Breeard looked at me, surprised, and nodded sharply. I noticed Talon was watching me with something between surprise and admiration. With little excitement, our small group began to walk, to where I didn't know. I did know, however, I'd follow the Prince of Winter anywhere. As we strode with purpose through the forests of spruce, birch, and trees I didn't know, it soon became obvious my footwear was far from fitting. I tripped several times, once sliding most of the way down a small ravine saved only by Talon's lighting reflexes. At one poi
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