. ‘I don’t know about this,’ ‘Out of the frying pan and into the fire, it seems to me . . .’
Mirabella nodded with a great frown, still feeling slightly woozy from the Wights great song. Few had paid heed to her warnings, and followed the Ranger. He looked friendly enough, but Big Folk can seem nice and be far from it, she knew that much.
'I see little we can do Ben. If he gets us home its a blessing, but I aint gettin' me hopes up. I'd just be ready to kick up a stink and get outta his way as soon as I could' she grunted, and followed along. 'He should prove himself good or ill soon enough'
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