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[He's crouched on the small railing that surrounds the roof of the building, facing out. Even if his wings aren't moving, he's still keeping balance. He's rested his forearms against his knees -- the position he's keeping certainly isn't dignified, but it works. For a long moment, he says nothing.]
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Tibarn.
You failed. -
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[[No journal with him, as he's currently in the middle of the forest somewhere. In response to this. Let's pretend this happened about a month ago? Though, Naesala's been in the forest anyway and hasn't returned to town.]]He didn't know what day it was ( Read more... ) -
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... Kilvas is safe.
Ha, I'll go meet death with -- can I really say it? What a world we live in -- a clear conscience now.
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Begnion.
That's our little empress's country, isn't it? Killing herons, forcing contracts, and generally being a nuisance -- a rather major one.
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[half-heartedly locked, not really]
Ha... what the hell am I doing here?
[on a scrap of paper stuck to the door]
Damian, don't touch anything of mine.
[[And he's gone for a week. To put it simply, he's exploring the island, but it's not quite so much "exploration" as it is finding out where people can live, and a bit of thinking on the side. ( Read more... )