[Lyon follows along behind Lym, her hand grimly moving toward her sword again. If everything goes well, once they reach the Prince's doorstep, she'll be able to pommel strike the little fake princess on the back of the head and knock her out with one swift blow. She'll decide what to do with her after that, and hopefully once she's managed to locate the real one. This is something Lyon would never have had the heart to even contemplate when first arriving in Mayfield, but there's something about this town that has a way of changing people the longer they're here.]
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