Moving on meant there might be other skirmishes like this one and Hal places the promise of bloodshed to the side of his thoughts, not wanting to yearn and crave it so desperately. Calmly, he watches the leader of this group, smoothing his doublet cautiously and catalogued each precise movement. "Perhaps when we move on, it will be seven next time," is his reply, slightly caustic as if to gauge the response.
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