“Vhalla Yarl, the Windwalker.” Her name on the lips of a stranger made her uneasy, and Vhalla sat back to assess him with equal interest. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t you.” She laughed bitterly, remembering Elecia’s first unappreciative assessment of her months ago. “Sorry to disappoint.” The man tilted his head. “You show up as if you materialize from the wind itself, to save the life of the crown prince whom you jumped off the side of the Pass in an attempt to save. You’re unassuming, you’re filthy, and you’re soaked in what I can only presume to be the blood of our
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