Her ideas of fun with the normies were shattered when her path had been crossed by this one. Barentora. I was sure you were dead. she returned in the same haughty tone in which she had been spoken to. Why must you persist in ruining my fun? but it was all an act, and the gryph knew it. Where have you been? she demanded, as though she were a woman waiting for her lover to return late into the night.
