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Indeed. As much as I would like to be able to commit to stay indoors... The alchemist splayed mental fingers as the manticore dipped lower. The Stonesong sang beneath them, the air growing cooler as Remi flew closer to the darkened waters. ...I think the best I can do is avoid strange lights.
The alchemist pulsed an unhappy spark of agreement and understanding. Now that Isla was no longer Isla. A healer she was, but the savvy and sweet medic? No. Not anymore. Not for a long while now. Best of luck with that. Amalia said he has never come into town. This was mentioned almost conversationally; if anyone knew of Rory's habits, it was certainly the bard.
Quietly fumbling on words he couldn't quite make himself say or even think—or to identify you should the bodies you are in be mangled entirely by the blight—the manticore swept back towards the tree line, flying towards where their adventure had started, albeit significantly lower down.
The alchemist pulsed an unhappy spark of agreement and understanding. Now that Isla was no longer Isla. A healer she was, but the savvy and sweet medic? No. Not anymore. Not for a long while now. Best of luck with that. Amalia said he has never come into town. This was mentioned almost conversationally; if anyone knew of Rory's habits, it was certainly the bard.
Quietly fumbling on words he couldn't quite make himself say or even think—or to identify you should the bodies you are in be mangled entirely by the blight—the manticore swept back towards the tree line, flying towards where their adventure had started, albeit significantly lower down.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
