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"Are you a rogue?" Ember stared warily at the old man in question, her eyes never leaving him for a moment.
The old man pursed his lips tightly, refusing to reply.
We had no idea where he had fished out clothes from within the cabin but he was currently clothed.
It left me feeling befuddled because I could guarantee I had cleaned every inch of the cabin.
"Let's get something straight," Ember folded her hands over her chest. "You left no trace to show that you live here so it is not our fault we moved in."
"Second," she raised a finger. "I don't care if you believe me or not but this place used to belong to my friend. I even came here once with him while he was alive so I won't let you lay claim to it."
"Are you suggesting I move out?" The old man narrowed his eyes.
"Yes,
