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Aobh would read the guide over with a nod of approval. "Very well written, but I never expected anything less. She's simply a fantastic medic."

Those better not be my children.

From the Father's Halls one Elle Noctuid would light up a cig upon hearing of the calling. "I'm telling you Arthas, they never learn. There's a reason we got rid of, or at least tried to get rid of those things." That cig would hang loosely from her lower lip as the old High Keeper attempted to whack her over the head with his flamebrand. Such were the old ways in an era long gone.

Why are you like this lol

"Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain." As news of the queen's death spreads something in the North arises. . .

Aobh leans back in her chair as she finishes off her tea. "Though, perhaps it was all a ruse by the Sohaer in a murder plot against the Kha." Idly, she'd tap her fingers along the side of her thigh. "After all," A pause as she thought over her next words, pouring another cup of tea, holding such in both hands to keep them warm in the cold Haense climate. "I do believe I heard that his head was taken, I would not have believed it, were there not proof!"

Aobh's brow perks as she hears of the writing while visiting a good friend in Haense. She pours two cups of green tea, one for herself and one for Tarathiel. "You know, for someone who has done questionable things with a certain kha within his bedroom the Sohaer certainly enjoys throwing rocks from glass houses." She takes a sip of her tea. "Though I suppose he was not the one actively encouraging the kha to attempt to marry a high elven woman, no, that would have been Silvyr or some such name. But! Then again, what do I know, according to this document I am simply an impure 'ata working as a medic in foreign towns." She would smile.

"Who are you, again? Ancient without actually doing anything relevant...?" Lily Mournstone would inquire with some fascination. She would heat some tea up, preparing for a debate with the man!

"I expect nothing less from a heretical koeng who consorts with azdrazi and geists." A simple silver-grey eyed 'aheral medic would say to Tara over a cup of tea at the Elreden house where no one else could hear! Aobh would then go about the matter of ensuring Tara's wounds, gained during service to Haense, were mending well after the amputations before returning to her home.

Laerin would read over the notice. "That is a lot of words when he could have said 'I am a coward' and saved himself a few Saint's hours of thought." She would say this to her haelun, some small smirk on her visage!

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An 'aheral medic weeps for those whose lives were forever changed on that fateful day. "What point is there to defending a world full of cruel and unjust people?" She would ask to no one. Another day, another person wounded by someone else who had no regard for descendant life. Her gaze goes to the 'ame who walks once more, aided by mechanical limbs. Because some are still worth saving.

Aobh smiles happily for Saki, who she has come to consider a friend. "May they bring each other a lot of joy." She'd hum out, waiting for the wedding to start.