He'd been about to interject with his next guess, but Marisol's answer stopped him cold. He tried to imagine her face next to Zan's impish one and could concede that yes, she might as well be from that dorm, too. "
Not entirely unexpected," Ernst said. "
But it wasn't my next guess, either, so thank you for sparing me the embarrassment." He offered her a very merry grin, which widened when she pegged Davor.
Man, the look on that guy's
face. It made asking the question worth it - and Davor certainly was rugged and handsome, even if Ernst wasn't sure that he'd made his own heart melt quite like puppies yet. He was definitely a good fighter; Ernst would give him that. And way too nice for his own good. "
Sharp, you are. But I'll head that way, since it does look like we're done here." Ernst pointed off into the distance, at the intermediate trail. Why not get this done while he could?
Then he'd stand out. Maybe he'd get a reprieve next time around.
Soldier of Song
for doing this w me
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