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inagutterson) wrote2016-08-21 01:29 pm
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But it's Wren, and Wren's solid so he just snorts.]
Assuming you can find your legs, s'how people go losing their knees. Only tempering I know is forges.
I could make sure they don't. [Casual. Call in a favour or six, examine the ragged edge of a nail the whole time.] Someone'll have the plans for this place knockin' about. Or develop a passion for the stables since everyone knows what the dracolisks go for, only way to get in and out safe if you can't comfortably stroll through the legs.
[Come to dinner with the family, see for yourself what those old faces look like it's wild.]
Speaking of, try not to in Orlais? Never know when the trends change.
[Don't die or get maimed or he'll saddle the nugs and ride out or something terribly dramatic.]
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[ no one burns their uniform until they've a suitable replacement. something shiny and new, all the buttons attached? you still need to wear it in. to make sure it fits the way you need it to.
if her threads are running thin of late, this is an opportunity to show she hasn't split a seam. ]
A week, perhaps two. I will keep you appraised. Keep ahead of the scales until then, if you please.
[ of dracolisks, of justice — or at least, the steel that passes for it in dim light. it's all dim in darktown. ]
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[Prepare yourself on the return trip for your homecoming, please and thank you.]