Rahim Levon
Rahim Levon
“Are you lost, princess?” Caithan turned toward the rich voice to see the young man it belonged to and smiled. “Actually, I happen to know the perfect runaway route is this way. I appreciate the concern, though.” He raised a dark eyebrow. “Runaway route? And what might a princess like yourself be running from?” “I don’t think that’s any concern of yours.” “Any idea where you’re running to?” Caithan looked up at the lanterns hanging from the ceiling. “Tramat here isn’t too bad.” “It’s full of magicians and gypsies and criminals.” The man’s tone didn’t seem to agree with his words in contradicting her. Caithan looked at him. “And which are you?” He smirked and bowed. “Rahim Levon, at your service.”
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