[Curse her and her stupid highly developed senses! If she wasn't a lowblood, she would have made a fine Archeradicator.]
[Knowing he's spotted, Darkleer stands up, snow falling off his shoulders and out of his hair, a sudden looming presence where seconds before there had been none. He nods to her, but doesn't speak.]
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[Knowing he's spotted, Darkleer stands up, snow falling off his shoulders and out of his hair, a sudden looming presence where seconds before there had been none. He nods to her, but doesn't speak.]