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It's well past the worst depths of winter, even here on the north edge of the Worldwound- the temperature ekes its way above freezing occasionally, the days are only short and not miserably short, last night's snowstorm wasn't quite a blizzard. It is, nonetheless, fairly surprising when the patrol on their way to Fort #11 spots three figures in the distance trudging towards them from the north.
Osirian Connie meets Blai at the Worldwound
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More bitter Osiriani muttering. Deep breath, and she takes her hands off her face. (It's still kind of screaming.) "I thank you for warning me. That- may have been very bad."
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Khalida grabs her notes and adds another couple sentences of furious scribbling (she underlines something three times). And then unless Artigas has any more HORRIBLE REVELATIONS she is going to FLEE THE ROOM while she still has a moment or two left on the Owls so she can do whatever coming down from Owls feels like IN PRIVATE.
