When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
After Alina's less than stellar encounter with the Attuned in the Greatwood, she had realized she needed to change her approach slightly. So, though it pained her, she found herself actually going to the Hollowed Ground. They seemed to use a system of barter here not dissimilar to the ones the Fae used, so she figured she could trade her service for the items Safrin had tasked her with collecting.
Luckily, it seemed these idiots needed quite a bit of help. As soon as she entered the settlement, she saw something asking for help. So she arrived at the designated time and place and marched up to the painfully young man who seemed to be in charge of this endeavor. "I will help you in exchange for help with a task of my own." It came out as a declaration. "Safrin has tasked me with collecting the hair from every race. Or other body parts. Give me some of yours and I will help you with your..." Her voice trailed off as she realized she didn't actually know what they were doing here.
Alina arrives and demands some of Oliver's hair in exchange for her help.
Luckily, it seemed these idiots needed quite a bit of help. As soon as she entered the settlement, she saw something asking for help. So she arrived at the designated time and place and marched up to the painfully young man who seemed to be in charge of this endeavor. "I will help you in exchange for help with a task of my own." It came out as a declaration. "Safrin has tasked me with collecting the hair from every race. Or other body parts. Give me some of yours and I will help you with your..." Her voice trailed off as she realized she didn't actually know what they were doing here.
Alina arrives and demands some of Oliver's hair in exchange for her help.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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