Dorothy paced away from him, then back, three times before turning her gaze to Crow. “He was going to kill me,” she told him as if to justify her actions. “Lion paid him to bring me to Langwidere so she could wear my head.” Crow nodded. “I recently became aware.” Tin shifted onto his knees. “I can explain.” “Explain?” she shouted. “What is there to explain? You were going to let them cut off my head! My head, Tin!”
