Disclaimer: Song of the Lioness is not mine, however this specific organization of words is.
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I wonder if he realizes I'm scowling. …He's still laughing.
This is a scowl, I say. A scowl! Is that not plain enough for you?
Sword…sword…
By all the gods, why is there never a sword around when I want one?
Oh good. Someone's finally noticed the scowl. That's right. Back off.
…or not. Oh yes. Have a good laugh.
Well, here's to not even being able to raise one's hands in defense of oneself.
It wouldn't do to inform them that these loathsome bits of flesh on my chest are real.
That's right, boys. Laugh it up.
This is the last time you will see Alan of Trebond in a dress!