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Feeling sorry for the poor human male who was obviously pushed beyond his means to think clearly, she was however relieved that he still retained enough of his senses to allow her and Yevaud into the castle. The door was opened and now they had access.
She started to step in, but then realized what she was doing and turned back to her eager companion.
"Lead the way, if you would please Yevaud."
She smiled at him, knowing that he would probably swoon at the chance to prove himself here and now to her as a great bladesinger. She had to admit to herself that she was jsut as eager to see if he could live up to the name. A bladesinger works countless decades to even get good enough to want to fend against an opponent.
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