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"Captain Aristomache."
The greeting was quiet, even in the howling winds across the battlements, and the Warden approached his captain on silent feet. He stood, a black speck in the white landscape around them, snow in his hair and his hands well protected within his cloak. Stepping up beside Morgan, he surveyed the ground alongside her, silent for a few moments before he glanced sidelong at the soldier.
"I would speak to you, if your duties allow." He assumed as much, given the current state of peace within the Citadel, but having grown up alongside the military sort, he understood well that there was always something to do. "I have a situation where I believe you may be able to help."
The greeting was quiet, even in the howling winds across the battlements, and the Warden approached his captain on silent feet. He stood, a black speck in the white landscape around them, snow in his hair and his hands well protected within his cloak. Stepping up beside Morgan, he surveyed the ground alongside her, silent for a few moments before he glanced sidelong at the soldier.
"I would speak to you, if your duties allow." He assumed as much, given the current state of peace within the Citadel, but having grown up alongside the military sort, he understood well that there was always something to do. "I have a situation where I believe you may be able to help."
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
