He stopped mid-step, eyebrow twitching in an expression that I now had come to know meant, Oraya said something amusing, probably unintentionally. “A brute?” I didn’t know what was funny about my word choice. “Yes. Even when you used it in the feast hall that time, it was all power, no finesse.” “You think I have finesse? That’s flattering. So, southern end?” “I think you deliberately try to seem like you don’t.” “Southern end it is.” He started walking. “Perhaps I hide my magic for the same reason you hide yours.” I had to take three steps to keep up with two of his. “You weren’t entitled to
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