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     “There are little complexities in the manner of my speech. I see no reason to needlessly embellish words with possibly misleading context.”

     If the bounty hunter wishes for that to become their game, unabashed condescension in the face of careful scrutiny and a host of Ionian militia ready to spring into action at the first sign of antagonism, then Irelia will gladly place her pieces on the board. Her duty as a representative of the state must remain steady in troubling waters, however, and she cannot relent in their policies no matter how intimidating Miss Fortune appears.

Wolf snarls into Lamb’s ear. “This place smells disgusting.”

“Hush now, Wolf,” Lamb says to him, putting a single, silver hand atop his bristling head. “We have work here.” 

Wolf makes another disgruntled growl as the smell of rotting fish and seawater assaults his nose, but his hackles lower nonetheless. He drifts around Lamb as she skips from post to post, roof to roof, in long, graceful bounds. She hums a tuneless tune and her bow swings absently at her side. When they arrive at their location at last, the Kindred slip onto Bilgewater's stone street, the incidental sea water and ale doing nothing to wet Lamb's hooves.

"Where's our prey?" Wolf's tongue lolls out in anticipation, and Lamb quietly crouches in place, eyes watchful.