[It had been a rough several days since they'd first left their message. Gendry checked his locket infrequently, but largely rested in the knowledge they were alone. As his horse plodded beneath him, he checked it again. He scowled at the face of this unfamiliar man.]
Who the hell are you supposed to be? [The locket angled up at his face, showing only the bottom half of his chin and cheeks, which were twisted into a scowl.]
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Who the hell are you supposed to be? [The locket angled up at his face, showing only the bottom half of his chin and cheeks, which were twisted into a scowl.]