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Od course! Yeah…that wasn’t strictly characteristic for Quin, but I needed some way for him to start interacting, otherwise there’s this shy new kid who doesn’t say Jack Squat for 5 pages…wonderful. I really hope Quin and Locran end up being good friends. (Ig that’s up to me XD)

Quin

“Just trying to make conversation, lad. Anything could happen – so if I were you, I wouldn’t make a direct enemy of me. Bad idea is all I can say. I’m your best bet if you want to survive this place of death.”

Quin’s face flushed scarlet. He opened his mouth to retort, but either his better sense of his embarrassment thought better of it, and he shut his mouth without answering. He looked down at his feet but he could feel that every eye in the whole awful group of  strangers was looking at him–he could feel their heat on the back of his neck.

well, except Sahar’s, maybe.

He thought about glancing up to try and meet her kind, dark eyes,  but that would mean possibly meeting Locran’s, too.

He edged his arms in, trying to fold them across his stomach, the way he always did when he was lost or bewildered, but his crutches got in the way.

That’s the worst thing about these stupid crutches.

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Oh, Quin! Just get over yourself. Pleaseeeee!