Um, sorry. [ He's never been not-shot at without him knowing, okay, so he clears his throat and tries again. ] You're a Midnight Rider, right? I kind'a saw the coat under your cloak.
[ Don't run. C'mon, Law. is what he thinks, even as he shrinks back a little, scuffing a foot back in the ground to stop himself going any further. ]
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[ Don't run. C'mon, Law. is what he thinks, even as he shrinks back a little, scuffing a foot back in the ground to stop himself going any further. ]