[ I need to talk to whoever's in charge he'd said, and someone had led him up all those stairs to a hall of offices and said, the Commander has a moment. He sits awkwardly on the edge of the chair in front of Flint's desk, stiff-backed, hands in his lap, the one with the weird green light in it clasped tight and covered by the other. His knee bounces. ]
I came from Orlais, sir, [ he answers, ] That's where the rift was. [ It's not where his accent's from. ]
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I came from Orlais, sir, [ he answers, ] That's where the rift was. [ It's not where his accent's from. ]
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