A belated realization. There’s really only so much that trouble might be. It’s enough to throw her from her rehearsed niceties (Thank you for your time, Warden. Your courtesy is appreciated, Warden. Bloody fucking cold out here isn't it, Warden,) —
"Forgive me, I was not aware you had companions of the service." A small explanation, given gently: "I was posted to the White Spire."
First the Annulment, then Lucius, it’s left her few contacts to have word of. Two years gone now, and so many are dead, or red, or scattered piecemeal across the bitter countryside.
Maker willing, the boy has spoken to his people more recently than all that. A pang of guilt, however faint, for his worry. Or perhaps that's only due the knowledge of words yet to come. Leave nothing back,
Very well.
"But this is a more personal matter. Shall we, within?"
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A belated realization. There’s really only so much that trouble might be. It’s enough to throw her from her rehearsed niceties (Thank you for your time, Warden. Your courtesy is appreciated, Warden. Bloody fucking cold out here isn't it, Warden,) —
"Forgive me, I was not aware you had companions of the service." A small explanation, given gently: "I was posted to the White Spire."
First the Annulment, then Lucius, it’s left her few contacts to have word of. Two years gone now, and so many are dead, or red, or scattered piecemeal across the bitter countryside.
Maker willing, the boy has spoken to his people more recently than all that. A pang of guilt, however faint, for his worry. Or perhaps that's only due the knowledge of words yet to come. Leave nothing back,
Very well.
"But this is a more personal matter. Shall we, within?"
where’s your tent bro