Ravenshook Cliffs isengard

a second totally unnecessary denouncement of velen's sexuality was about to press from rannveig's tongue, halted only by the shift in topic to something way less hilarious.

velen was leaving. the grin fell from rannveig's face. suddenly his world, so small and cozy and close, was at peril. he had always thought they were the three musketeers, the inseperable trio.. being forced to pick between them, or worse, being forced to say goodbye for one possibly forever, made rannveig's spirit flag. "i don't know." rannveig conceded, looking away with growing frustration. "i just thought we'd always be together, the three of us."