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Rowenna
Well, this had turned out to be easier than she expected. Here came the rogue now, from the Scar, walking slowly in the rain as if he reveled in it. He glanced her way and made it to the door to the Hall just before her. He gave her that typically sardonic look, which at this moment she found most annoying.
“May I hold the door for you, or would you prefer to have another reason to glower at me?”
A verbal attack. Why did it have to hit so close to home? She was unable to remove the frown from her face, and knew that she did not have the self-control she needed, so she must say only what was needful.
"You may," she nodded. "Better than standing here in the pouring rain debating the matter." Now, why had that come blurting out of her?
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