Monday 2 February, X42

The Secret of the Cave

"I thought we'd sorted this out, Inger," the sword-wielder said, "There was a meeting. We settled this."
But Inger Lint kept schtum, stubbornly refusing to say anything.
"Alright, I see how it is," the sword-wielder sighed frustratedly.

"Hey, uh, thanks for helping me, I guess," Avi interrupted, getting up off the ground.
"You guess? You called for my help."
"Did I? I'm pretty sure I could've handled this."
The sword-wielder chuckles, "You always say that."
"Do I? I don't think we've met, miss...?"

The sword-wielder's face turns pale, shocked by something unexpected.

The sword-wielder gasps "...Miss?"


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