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[impossibly]

Accepting the apple always ends badly for the woman.

It's okay. Don't fret. I've got a pocket of breadcrumbs, a spindle and some tortoiseshell combs. I'm ready.

Comments

voice;

[ofvirtus]

All the necessities, hm?

voice;

[impossibly]

All but one.

voice;

[ofvirtus]

And what would that be?

voice;

[impossibly]

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed.

voice;

[ofvirtus]

All well and good, but what exactly does that mean?

voice;

[impossibly]

I'm going to go kill things.

voice;

[ofvirtus]

Trolls?

voice;

[impossibly]

Too hard to distinguish. I'm hunting ogres.