Lenny’s eyes drift down the length of me from behind his mask, narrowing slightly at my lack of disarray. “I’m here to escort you to the third Trial?” He says this like a question, as though unsure if he’s the first to inform me of this. I smile tightly. “I had a hunch.” Slipping my dagger into the sheath at my side, I add casually, “Ready?” “Not as ready as you,” he mocks. “Did you go to sleep in these clothes?”
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