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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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A wooden spoon is tossed into the pile of assorted rubbish. "It should be packed and bound," he mutters, but after they've dealt with this. He's already been chewed a strip of willow bark for it, the repetition of working it between the teeth a suitable distraction even if it's done little to relieve the actual pain. But-- "If you've the patience, surely."

But not right now. The weeping of that child is giving him a headache and should be sorted before anyone's shortened temper has cause to flare. So Marcoulf climbs to his feet, dusts off his leathers, and moves toward the children who grow wide-eyed and pale, grave silent as any attention is turned their way. Good. Maybe they won't need holding after all.