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The woman just looked at Emile as if he had recited a book report.

"You are not very gallant for a Breton are you?" She had always been under the impression Bretons were a folk of flowery language and song. A people of bards and courtiers, wrapping facts up into polite language or risky double entendres.

This was one seemed really dull. Sort of... like his eyes.

"Well."

"I did not know that." She said flatly.

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"I don't suppose you've given it any thought on what to do if we are caught sneaking around?" Helian asked, his roundabout way of saying: be careful.

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Cassian and Kashya could see the crowd getting more fired up. And then they heard a bang in the distance, the far distance. Soon smoke could be seen rising from the lower levels of the city. This situation was getting worse all the time.

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Lysilde sighed.

Midnight smiled at Clodagh and slowly shook his head.

"Sure, why don't you just go and save an empty building, and lead the firebirds down to our doorstep. Once again a master plan from Clodagh the Nord. I think it is not wise to go out there."

Lysilde turned to glare at Midnight but he just met her stare with his own cold eyes.