Chapter 27
The young woman was alarmingly pale in the glowing ball of Yuna’s light and had speckles of red paint or tattoos on her cheeks in a perfect pattern. With her white hair chopped short in a bob and her spear pointed at me, she seemed as if some warrior princess with a threat, I could tell, not to be taken lightly. “You should not be in here!” She repeated at me, this time shouting, as she pointed the spear tip menacingly at my throat. “I’m sorry! We needed to pass through to get to our destination!” I stammered out, hoping they would believe me. She eyed me suspiciously as all the others turned and looked to her for her opinion. She was someone with a title, it was obvious, in her leather and red and white feathered dress, and her confidence that was unwavering. “And where might that b
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