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The Bastard and the Prince
Roderic stepped forward, his expression a mix of irritation and wariness. "Lysandra's methods are unorthodox, but they're effective," he said, his tone clipped. "You'll find no one better at scouting or taking down a target."
"I can see that," Alaric replied, his lips curling into a faint, smile. "Though I imagine her sharp tongue is just as deadly as her blade."
Lysandra crossed her arms, her smirk returning despite the weight of the knights' stares. "You have no idea."
