“No riffraff,” Wideboy agreed. Mia looked down at her outfit, sounding mildly wounded. “Riffraff?” Four drunken sailors who’d sit comfortably next to the definition of “riffraff” in Don Fiorlini’s bestselling Itreyan Diction: the Definitive Guide stepped up to the door.
“I’ll not forgive it,” Leona warned, “if you fail me.” Putting her hand to her heart, Mia bowed low. “And I trust you’ll not forget it,” she replied, “when I don’t.”
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