[Stop using logic on her Wil. It has the unfortunate complication of ringing true.
With a sigh and a glint of metal swishing through the air, Eretria positions the sharpened edge of her knife against the rope... then stops, tilts her head and with a smile that's more smirk;]
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With a sigh and a glint of metal swishing through the air, Eretria positions the sharpened edge of her knife against the rope... then stops, tilts her head and with a smile that's more smirk;]
Are you going to ask me nicely?