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“Orla,” Bradan nodded in greeting. “I’m glad to see you again.”
Orla forced a smile and frantically searched her memory for Bradan’s talent. Was he a mind reader? Was he good at chemical compound? Spells? Nothing came to mind. Orla gave up and forced herself to stop thinking.
“If no one objects, I’ll retire to the bedroom,” Orla said.
Daly nodded.
“Someone should keep an eye on her,” said Anna, her voice was as cold as steel.
“Are you imprisoning me?” Orla raised her voice.
“No, darling, we don’t do such things. But it’s two weeks to the full moon. I don’t want to see the post swinging from one hand to another,” Anna said.
“Do you have a preference for the leader, Anna?” Daly c****d an eyebrow in challenge.
“Why would this old woman have a preference for this sort of thing? I ju
