[ Ciri's upper lip curls into a faint sneer of contempt, an immediate and apparently not quite intentional reaction to Grigory's name. A vague grunt of acknowledgement accompanies; yes, she knows what he means, and no she doesn't particularly care about the mage's messy death.
That last bit, though--
Ciri's eyebrows rise. She leans, just a little, shifting her weight to the other foot and tipping her head toward him. ]
Mm. Is that so? That sort must be a dozen for a copper over there.
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That last bit, though--
Ciri's eyebrows rise. She leans, just a little, shifting her weight to the other foot and tipping her head toward him. ]
Mm. Is that so? That sort must be a dozen for a copper over there.