[Without the flames, they're plunged into moonlit darkness. Lightning has to blink a few times to let her eyes adjust, the fireposts back by the wall glimmering faintly in the distance.
It's going to be a long night.]
They brought kids here. [A snort.] I don't think trained was something they were thinking about.
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It's going to be a long night.]
They brought kids here. [A snort.] I don't think trained was something they were thinking about.