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WHO: Kylo Ren, Anna, Etienne, and Marcoulf
WHAT: In exchange for his support at the front lines, a small group has been dispatched to clear bandits from the Comte Chantral de Velun's estate. Spoilers: they're not bandits.
WHEN: Early Harvestmere
WHERE: Orlais, the Heartlands
NOTES: CW: violence, death, murdering innocent folks on the behalf of THE RICH, setting-typical discrimination; it's not great, bob. ASSIGNMENT INFO

The Orlesian Heartlands bloom in every season. In Spring, it is daisies and apple blossoms; in Summer small white flowers and black-eyed susans and poppies all red; and here at the beginning of Autumn the trees burnish themselves and black-green and golds, yellowing grasses ceding to white limbed poplar with their spinning coin leaves. Even far from any field for growing in, the Velun lands paints itself in harvest colors. The land and air recognizes what Celene might not yet admit - that change is a season rotating, and that some things have been the same for long enough that they insist on circling.

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"Plenty of use for both those things these days," Marcoulf says, mild as milk while he tucks the stacked bowls away into his travelling bag. The satchel of flour follows after them, then the bag's string is drawn tight and its button closed. "If you'd come ten years ago, the work would be harder to find."

There'd be no reason for her to be here at all then, of course - the circumstances of her arrival having something to do with the way to the work is coming undone like a blighted sweater -, but the point stands. These days, living on your sword or barbed whip or whatever bloody thing you might care for is easily done so long as you don't kark it in the process.

"But good. I suspect there's some fighting to be done ahead of us."