[ For a moment he stands confused at a change he perceives, but does not understand. But as she speaks on his blood runs colder with every word, and he backs away from her slowly, posture rigid, his jaw set.
That blighted Tower, it crawls to him every night, but no stranger should drag him to it in his waking hours. No stranger should even know. His fingers clench tight around his sword. ]
I know what I asked, and I know who I asked it from. Not you. What are you?
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That blighted Tower, it crawls to him every night, but no stranger should drag him to it in his waking hours. No stranger should even know. His fingers clench tight around his sword. ]
I know what I asked, and I know who I asked it from. Not you. What are you?