“Seen him before how? Have you been to the North with Old Master before?” Engel asked.
Jente shook her head, tapped her temple. “I think I’ve seen him. Before.”
“Oh. Seen.” Engel knew his own ability to move things without touching them was inhuman and uncanny, but he was pretty sure Jente’s ability to see things before they happened was at least ten times more weird. “Do you think he’s important?”
“For now, he’s the only one who has a decent sense of stealth,” Jente said, and she lifted her bow, fired an arrow. One of the Red Twins cursed.
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