a poison on the street.

[King Chance]

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Oh, King was certain that Harlowe would track down this uncle of his, but he was disappointed in himself that he could not've had that happen today. But tracking someone he'd never met with a stranger who knew not the territory or where Larkspur lived was far outside of his ken—though he wished it wasn't—and he just allowed it to go. But as for Harlowe himself, King nodded to his response to his offer to allow him in the packlands after today. But the second inquiry was a little stranger—King was a personality a little too prickly to have many friends, and anyone asking to actually visit him on purpose wasn't really something that happened very often. But, though it was unexpected and strange, it was not a bad thing. It was actually a little exciting; maybe he could find something to talk about with Harlowe. No one really talked with him here. "Yeah, that's fine also, if you want." He stood stoically—and a bit awkwardly—at the borders of Dahlia de Mai, unwilling to leave until his guest had departed as well.

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