⚔ Fourth strike
[Thassarian is in town, in one of the taverns, journal open on the table in front of him, a neglected drink in his hand.]
...it's going to leave a scar. How is that even possible?
Damn it.
First: I am sorry for allowing myself to get hurt. It did not help our cause.
Second: what do we do now?
[He pauses a moment, remembers his drink, and continues writing after a few long swallows.]
Have any of you left the castle--moved elsewhere, I mean, like into the city?
...it's going to leave a scar. How is that even possible?
Damn it.
First: I am sorry for allowing myself to get hurt. It did not help our cause.
Second: what do we do now?
[He pauses a moment, remembers his drink, and continues writing after a few long swallows.]
Have any of you left the castle--moved elsewhere, I mean, like into the city?