Jenny: Jury Duty

"Hmm," said Vortimer, smiling with one dog-tooth showing. The man had something to buckle his belt over, that was certain. "I'll tell you this," he said. "As soon as Lord Artos finds his footing again, and the whole roost isn't cooing over him like over a baby, the two Lord of Eryri will call your pretty-eyed foe up before their judgement seat. You'll have occasion to state your grievances then."

He tossed the core of his apple away to a dog and pulled his legs up under him, standing on the wall as nimbly as his namesake. "Does that make you warm and help you sleep at night?"

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