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Clad in full armour adorned with colors of silver, blue, and green, Utaria Helenson-Anarion kept watch over the Trade Princess as they received news. Upon hearing of the elf’s death a quick snort would resonate from under the helmet though her lips turned downward. Her left arm moved across her torso taking hold of the flask at her hip. She opened up her helmet to take a drink revealing battle-scarred face and eyes which stared past the messenger bringing the news. The sip she took was long, and as she finished she wiped her fingers across her lips. “So t’e bastard is dead ya know? Figures ‘e’d get out t’e easy way. Shoulda been me who killed ‘im!” She shouted as her hand clenched around her flask tight soon after launching it across the room. The Trade Princess continued her usual state of uneasy cheerfulness despite Utaria’s outburst. Utaria aggressively shunted her helmet closed once again. Remaining silent from that point on.

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A lonely ronin sits upon the stump outside Sutica, strumming a lute, with his rice hat casting a shadow over his face. 

 

“Well these are gonna be

Some of my last days here

I’m wasting away, at times too dear

Somebody hold me

I’m afraid

Buy me a ticket, for a place to be saved...” 

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Cyrene scratched her jaw lightly, brows furrowing in consideration. “He is dead?” she asks, wistful eyes moving about in recollection. “Something about him... There’s something about him that I felt, but I just can’t quite put my finger on it. It is a shame.” 

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Arevthor Tathvir clutches a short letter tightly as he reads of the news.  “So that’s it?  Just like that?” The Mali asks to no one in particular.  Despite the two’s coarse relationship Arev shows a strange amount of sympathy for the situation.  While no tears are shed, the ‘Fenn’s heart weighs heavy.  “The Lord of Chains huh?  We’ll see about that.”  Arevthor mumbles, crumpling up the note before promptly tossing it into the closest fire he could find.

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