Head high, she swept out of the room. A second later, head even higher, she swept back in, snatched up the money and was gone again. Well,
we'd see. She said she was game for anything. Tomorrow morning at dawn and we'd see whether or not she was going to deliver on her half
of the bargain. It was just a week. A week in the slave dungeons, at my mercy. Challenge accepted!
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