-Tallis may notice someone riding toward the room at a gentle pace-
-they ride a red horse-
-the woman seems tired, and she carries an odd weapon-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-who knows-
-they do indeed trot closer to the room-
-the woman seems to be wearing a neutral expression perhaps to hide distress over recent losses-
-they seem to stop at a certain distance to the room-
-on closer inspection... just how does she wield this thing
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-it's huge-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThat's not quite secure, but- yeah.
Or I could just sleep by the horse- wherever he's tethered.
Make camp rather than an inn.
-looks to her weapon stashed on the horse still- After all- I don't think I'd be allowed to carry my arms with me, will I?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Nimbus is in the upstairs hallway, pacing about-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Yeah- if anything I wouldn't be surprised if my Brother was chosen. Not me.
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