For the 27th, I give you approximately 27 lines (plus or minus) from First of Her Kind introducing you to Grumnlin, a minor character of possibly not minor importance.
The squat figure, no taller than a child, climbed onto a boulder and sat. He passed a wriggling toad from one hand to the other. Every now and again he raised his gnarled face and sniffed the air like a questing hound.Bolin left Sandeen hidden among the trees and approached from downwind, moving quietly. He covered the last two strides swiftly, and slid his arm around the man’s thick neck, cutting off his air as he hoisted him off the boulder. The man let out a garbled cry, followed by a sickening squish from the toad as his hands tightened reflexively. He kicked his feet, and clawed at Bolin’s arm with gore covered fingers.
“Let go! Let go!”
“Be still or die, Grumnlin,” Bolin said, his mouth close to the man’s ear. “Who’re you waiting for?”
“No wait!” Grumnlin kicked harder and Bolin squeezed until the man could only gasp. When he stopped thrashing, Bolin lowered him back to the boulder and loosened his grip. “Watch.” Grumnlin sobbed loudly. “Lady say watch.”
Grumnlin twisted his head to get a look at Bolin’s face. His own, dirt smeared face — the bits not covered by hair — showed streaks of tears, and flecks of toad innards.
“You,” he said.
“And what were you to do when you saw me?”
Grumnlin folded his arms across his chest. Bolin spun him around and wrapped his fingers around the man’s throat to keep him there. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”
Grumnlin’s eyes bulged and he pushed at Bolin’s fingers. “Need me.”
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