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[b]“I’m not an exception here. I’m a knight of the Order.”[/b]

She didn’t turn to face the unfamiliar voice, spending another few moments examining her equipment. It was just habit though, that caused her to go through those final motions, as was the nod of approval she gave her own work before she set it down. Only after they rested on the rack did Serenity swivel around, using the knuckle of her thumb to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she settled her gaze upon the stranger.

Younger than her, shorter than her. Blond and lightly armed, a friendly smile and cheeks plump with babyfat. It had a vestigial resemblance to Lucas, and that was enough to tease a frown upon her own lips. Prejudice was unbecoming though.

[b]“As for Sir Renar’s whereabouts, if you wait here long enough, he ought to arrive. His commission is complete.”[/b] The lioness’s gaze swept over his form. [b]“But what’s your purpose for seeking him out?”[/b]