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“Yeah,” Mathias took a deeper breath. “Avenge my sister's death!”

The Dyan frowned, taking a long look at the dashing young man before her.

“Does that sound so cliché?”

“No, don't take me wrong,” the middle-aged woman shook her head. “I didn't say that. However―”

“Don't worry,” Mathias interrupted. “I told you before, didn't I? I have no grudge against the people of Dakhsina.”

“Well...” the Dyan nodded. “I believe you.”

“And now,” he continued with two hands on his waist, “I am torn about how to leave your land safely.”

“So, you don't want to stay here any longer?”

“I guess I don't.”

“Too bad!”

Mathias frowned. He felt as if the middle-aged woman before him could sense what he was feeling, and could read what was inside him.

The Dyan giggled almost silently.

“No,” she said, ”don't look at me like that.” “But I feel that you could―” “About something you're hiding?” the Dyang tugged gently on Mathias' hand, leading him to the edge of the crystal-clear pool of water. “Yes, I can feel tha
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