“And then there you were, already trying to distract the patrol,” Draven picks up. “But I couldn’t let the squad leader punish you for that, so I had to intervene.” A short laugh escapes his lips. “And then you threw your drink in my face.” He shakes his head. “Azaroth’s flame, little rebel, it has been decades since someone managed to surprise me like that.” Little rebel. He has been calling me little rebel all this time, for Mabona’s sake. How could I not have figured it out? Then his expression turns serious as he meets my gaze again. “I have watched you for years. Seen the way you always
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