Bly sets her jaw stubbornly and refuses to budge. "You probably shouldn't join the debate team any time soon. But you don't need to worry. We're not here to hurt you, we just needed to get you alone where we wouldn't be noticed. As soon as you left the building, we might have been seen approaching you. Once we've said our piece, you're free to go if you want to."
"We?" you say, looking around the room.
"You can come out now," Bly calls, seemingly to no one in particular.
A shadow extends from the far wall, manifesting itself into the form that can only be Huntmaster Jolon. You've heard stories of the youth's uncanny ability to blend in with his environment, but being fooled by it yourself for the first time is nothing short of stunning.
Jolon seems genuinely pleased at your shock, his curly brown hair bobbing as he pulls himself into a mock bow. His clothing is dark—simple and formfitting—and he carries himself with a deadly grace, his lithe body held in a state of perpetual readiness. "I think you'd better listen to Bly, BLjGIT BG. We know that you've found out the truth."
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