WHO: Adalia, Alistair, Freddie, Herian, Loghain, Medicine Seller, Melys, Nathaniel, Notas, Teren. WHAT: Rescuing a king, maybe. WHEN: Early Wintermarch WHERE: An island off Seheron, the Fade NOTES: Violence, disturbing imagery.
Teren sighs to see how that plays out, and casts an irritable glance toward Freddie. "Don't quite give a toss either way," she mumbles, her mind already shifting elsewhere. She's come to recognize that this is one of those three who show up on the sending crystals sometimes and are insufferably Orlesian at everyone, and she doesn't have much more patience for it now than she does on those occasions. "Just letting you know what happens." If she doesn't piss off, that is, which was the initial question. She reins her horse in, falling back behind the rest a bit, the game apparently over and therefore no reason for to be in this particular cluster.
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"Just letting you know what happens." If she doesn't piss off, that is, which was the initial question. She reins her horse in, falling back behind the rest a bit, the game apparently over and therefore no reason for to be in this particular cluster.