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.
[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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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.]