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G'leo can't help but smirk to the ground beneath his own feet. He shakes his head, the mat of hair flaring wildly, before he looks back up to S'imba. "You wouldn't be the first one to say that, nor probably the last; I wonder what it is that makes me seem so approachable."
He chuckles. "I'm in here for murder, treason, and theft. I'm guessing the Sultansworn think I'm some sort of wildling. And before you ask, yes...in a respect the charges against me are true; bit twisted for the benefit of keeping me locked up."
He chuckles. "I'm in here for murder, treason, and theft. I'm guessing the Sultansworn think I'm some sort of wildling. And before you ask, yes...in a respect the charges against me are true; bit twisted for the benefit of keeping me locked up."