“What does it say?” I ask, running my finger down the black writing that loops in a repeating pattern all around the lanyard. I can tell it’s the same sentence and that it starts with a ‘D’. Birdie is not surprised because illiteracy is common amongst the feral population. “It says ‘Dangerous, do not approach’.” Ah, a warning for the other students. Cute. “And I hear you’ve been to Blackwater Prison.” “They’ve been talking about me, have they?” I say with a chuckle. “Your reputation precedes you, yes.”
