WHO: GwenaΓ«lle Baudin, Nell Voss, Marcoulf Ricart, Lakshmi Bai & possibly another. WHAT: An escort mission in southern Orlais. WHEN: This month. WHERE: Halamshiral, the Dales. NOTES: Sub-headers in the comments.
[ It's parroted back, and that she could not keep to herself. Dry as a desert wind. Catches her thumb at the bottom of her wipes the taste of wine off of it. Enough there, to never want to come back. Squabbling princes and ambitious daughters. Taking and taking and taking and wondering why nothing ever good came of themselves.
Was it worth? Was it worth it Nana? Rao? When they took your lives? ]
Who are the Freemen of the Dales that they have no love for either?
[He clucks his tongue. There on the veranda as a half dozen servants fold an army of linens between them, it's a mild kind of sound.]
Deserters.
[If he sounds just as unimpressed with them as the rational behind the Duke's betrayal-- well. No one likes a coward, much less one who runs away shouting 'You're wrong,' at everyone left behind. It's a selfish way of doing things.]
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[ It's parroted back, and that she could not keep to herself. Dry as a desert wind. Catches her thumb at the bottom of her wipes the taste of wine off of it. Enough there, to never want to come back. Squabbling princes and ambitious daughters. Taking and taking and taking and wondering why nothing ever good came of themselves.
Was it worth? Was it worth it Nana? Rao? When they took your lives? ]
Who are the Freemen of the Dales that they have no love for either?
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Deserters.
[If he sounds just as unimpressed with them as the rational behind the Duke's betrayal-- well. No one likes a coward, much less one who runs away shouting 'You're wrong,' at everyone left behind. It's a selfish way of doing things.]