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Vetta's steps faltered. Silence descended.

Then, she turned and faced him.

The venom on her face DID make him cringe this time around.

"You despicable sneaky monster." She hissed, "it's always about threats is that it? Always threats. Blackmail. Always."

He shrugged, unperturbed. "It does the work better than anything else. Mostly because you know that I am a man of my words."

"While other men's words are gold, your own word is aluminum." She crossed her arms, "I will still work out of this door, and let me tell you what will happen. I will go to the King and I will tell him everything. The rat he thinks is dead is not dead. Instead, he's in a dirty cave craving power."

"Poor Vetta. You are so so so pathetic. I heard he gave his love to another? After all the sacrificing and everything