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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/29/2018 12:06:25 AM
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"Sorry I said anything"
She said with a short sigh. She cupped her cup in her hands as she took a sip from her coffee.
"And the new guys tried to kill me when someone put a bounty on my head. So none of them are good in my book"
Something was up, because his short little speech wasn't what she wanted to hear.
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“A bounty?” The man sized her up, judging by current attitude and posture, there was no reason for him to think that she was exceedingly violent or deranged. Just depressed. “Why would someone put a bounty on you?”
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".....A mistake I have stood by most of my life." She sighed. Then she didn't meet his eyes, seeming skittish. "I became the scapegoat for a witchhunt, and......I'm now hated everywhere. That's where it started...I suppose. What's your name?"
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“Stian MacLeod. I’m a warlock.” Stian stopped abruptly and impatiently tapped his finger. He looked to be concentrating. “If I could ask your name as well. And what you were a scapegoat for? You mentioned witchcraft but even that shouldn’t create a huge uproar”
