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âHas Delos really softened you up that much?â Janthina scoffed, bending over to move another box. The boxes were heavy, and usually Janthina struggled on her own to load them onto the cart, but Qiren had so kindly made his presence known, that she had been forced to recruit him. âItâs bottles of mead packed in hay to be carted to other towns.â She stood back up and stretched. âDid you get no sleep last night? You look kind of terrible.âÂ
Qiren grunted rather than answer the obvious question. Of course Delos had softened him up! There was no real work to be done here. At least, no real work he was interested in. He hauled the box to where it was supposed to go, not minding the weight once he was actually moving. âOh, how kind of you to point that out,â he rolled his eyes and shot a glare over his shoulder. âBut no. I didnât get much sleep. I was out late patrolling the edge of the forest. Supposedly, thereâs been some odd activity out there, and the woman who lives at the edge of the woods was of no help. You haven'tâ seen anything out of the ordinary over there, have you?â
















