Pick your poison.

Noelie breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she had been able to save her cousin from that terrible fate, but that wasn't the end of the story, apparently. The yearling didn't want to draw any conclusions as to why the man seemed pleased with himself, or even what kind of tune he had been humming because he grossed her out, but at the same time the story was still going, and her action was required once more. "I'm going to say, stop right there, murderer. You must surrender and pay for your crimes." Ha, she'd got him there. He'd have no choice but to do as she said since she was apparently a well-known religious priestess.

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