Wrath bows to the judge curtly.
"Piece of cake. For a moment, I was worried... when you said you preferred ugly to cold and mean... I mean, look at him!"
She starts to raise her hand to point at Darkwolf, but halts in the middle of it.
"Huh? Who's there?"
She tilts her head as if to listen, then nods, before sleepily adding,
"I think I can find it."
Moving as if in trance, Wrath turns away from the city and the palace, walking towards the wilderness, her dagger gleaming in her right hand.
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to be continued on a nother thread, after I slept some.