"Oh, yes." Her mercurial eyes shone with delight. The tip of her tongue stuck out of the corner of her lip in memory. "There was joy in ripping him apart from the shadows. He couldn't hit what he couldn't see."
Her expression became somber. "This out in the Greenwood Wilds. I was following a slave caravan when they drove right into a ogre--one on the hunt. He took to smashing the cages open. There was quite the pandemonium. The slavers fled and left their cargo for the ogre." She sucked her teeth. "But don't worry. I got them, too."
Zoroka finished her cigarette and put it out. "Sounds like you're on land about as much as you're out to sea. Am I right?"
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