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Morwen watched him from the shadows, waiting. She had been forced into this profession; but if she knew anything, it was men. Sometimes quiet ones were dangerous; sometimes, they were exciting. She sat beside him, not speaking, only looking, faintly smiling. Her height and dark hair set her apart from the rest, and she used both to her advantage. One long leg brushed his beneath the table.
Gamling studied her over his tankard, blue eyes cautious.
“I bet your hair is reddest in the morning sun.”
He raised an eyebrow, lips pursed.
“Only one way to find out, my lady.”