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[myblackwand]

If you've had the misfortune to be outside in the recent weather, you may have noticed that a certain Dragonlord has shaped himself a temporary residence of snow and sorcery near the edge of the forest; not to the standards of Castle Black, perhaps, but suitable enough for the moment

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[anablemaster]

[... this place, it's so special.]

[myblackwand]

*tell me about it.*

[anablemaster]

[is approaching the cabin, very slowly, and poking her head around the door...]

Oh. [Well. That must have hurt.]

[myblackwand]

*yeah, maybe juuuust a bit.*

[anablemaster]

[kneels beside you.] . . .

[pokes, maybe once or twice]

[myblackwand]

*...yeah okay awake now. might possibly go reflexively for his dagger before he realizes where he is*

...I'd be grateful if you would refrain from that; those ribs appear to be broken.

[anablemaster]

[... well now I have a hand clenched a little tighter around my trident spear]

. . . I'm sorry.

[myblackwand]

*no longer going for a weapon; also, being magically healed*

Pay it no heed. I don't believe I've had the honor?

[anablemaster]

[... and, relax.]

. . . The honour?

[myblackwand]

To meet you, my lady.

[anablemaster]

Oh. I see.

. . . No. We've not met.

[myblackwand]

I am Morrolan e'Drien, of the House of the Dragon. And you?

[anablemaster]

Chrome Dokuro.

[myblackwand]

A pleasure, though I would the circumstances were better.

*dusts himself off*

[anablemaster]

. . . it actually fell on you.

[myblackwand]

Indeed it did.