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Post by Fiddlesticks on Aug 25, 2021 15:48:22 GMT -5
*posted in towns such as Valkur's Roar, Greatgaunt, Eveningstar in the coming days*
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 25, 2021 19:50:45 GMT -5
Stepping out of the Great Hall in Valkur's Roar, leather bound journal under arm, Mynian gave her customary word to the guard on duty.
"On me walkabout. Won't be leavin' tha Roar taday ... "
Even before her words ended she spotted the fresh parchment posted upon one of the stone columns. Her eyebrows furrowed in irritation as she strode over to it to see what it was.
"Whot arse-crack popaganda do some blight stained piker be puttin' up n--- ...."
Mynian stopped in her tracks. The words "Alamor Aldrain" catching her eye faster than anything else. The irritation immediately slipped from her face as she recognized Henrik's handwriting.
She stepped closer, eyebrows knitting in consternation, and read the entire thing slowly. Her features flinching on occasion. Once done she took a step back ... and then another.
Her eyes flit back and forth along the cobblestone, an mixture of thoughts going through her mind. She walked, her feet carrying her to the steps down to the fountain, slow and heavy.
Sitting down at one of the long stone benches, journal held in her lap with one hand, she stared at a corner of the fountain.
After some very long moments, a sigh escaped and she leaned back on a hand, looking up to the sky. Her voice came out very weak.
".. well... least yeh soul nay stuck down there on tha' damnable throne. Tha' would o' roitly upset yeh ta nay end fer certain. Yeh 'ated tha damn thin'."
"Be a good thin' aye?" Mynian reached up to wipe at the sudden moisture at her eyes, ".. damn it..."
With a sigh of irritation, she got up, pulled her hood up over her face as a citizen or two started to glance in her direction. She walked right back into the Great Hall to be alone with her thoughts.
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Post by koffie on Aug 26, 2021 1:35:09 GMT -5
Siphanien reads thestatement in Suzail, calmly, and lets out a deep sigh. she seems to tremble a moment, takes a few breaths, closing her eyes and heads to a brewer to get two ales for herself and Henrik, beofre she sets out to the house of healing to find Henrik....
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