[Darkleer glances back, sparing a sharp look at the wiggler dogging his heels. The kid is sharp, he'll give him that. Too sharp by half, really.]
[He doesn't lie; his honor might be entirely gone, he might be a hated exile with the dogs of the Condesce howling at his heels, but he's not a liar. So instead of answering, he STRONG leaps forward, trying to put some distance between himself and the trailing child.]
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[He doesn't lie; his honor might be entirely gone, he might be a hated exile with the dogs of the Condesce howling at his heels, but he's not a liar. So instead of answering, he STRONG leaps forward, trying to put some distance between himself and the trailing child.]
[Maybe not a liar, but definitely a coward.]