Fletcher tossed his hair behind his shoulder and pointed to me.
"What's her story?"
A white grin came to the mouth of my toaster salesman lookalike.
"She's come to save you all."
The group focused on me, their faces frozen in hope, intrigue, and disbelief. I, of course, knew what eloquence such events required and punched Bran in the arm. "Well, that would have been kind of nice to know before you told everyone else, don't you think?"
Everyone let out a collective sigh. Oh, one of those heroes.

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