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[The paladin's voice is terse, but she does a commendable job of making herself sound steady.]Understand something. There is but one member of the Alliance here, as you're all aware by now. The rest of the humans and their ilk are all from other worlds and know nothing of our war ( Read more... )

[Aureln speaks over the sound of a crackling fire and gently scraping metal. She has a desire to keep busy, after all, and her voice is brusque - as usual.]

Those of you needing iron links - they're at the forge.

[An awkward pause before she speaks again.]

After that raid - is everyone alright?

[When the feed comes on, Aureln, sitting in a dress of plain white wool with her hair down, is not looking at it. Her attention is on gleaming metal in her hands - metals and gems are stacked around her.

She is humming, quietly - the song is a fair one, but sad. Not unlike a dirge of some form. She stops after a few moments, eyeing the ( Read more... )