Blacktail Deer Plateau God I’m so over always making you feel better

she was born in these wilds, praimfaya's stories, despite their violent differences and the fact that ingram had committed matricide, linger in ingram's memory. in his blood and bones.

speaking of her at length drudges with it that familiar hatred that burns frigidly now.

so, gratefully, he allows the shift to her purpose here.

deathbringer had done well, but for ingram it was too late. he was committed to seeing the princess of the redserpent home and if they had a place for him: seeking a home there as well.

those who wish to join you may go, basilica was fallen and ingram: a king with a splintered, broken crown. he could and would not speak for what little of the masses was left. to the deathbringer, seaglass gaze cuts. i am escorting the princess home, he does not speak her name out of a strange and sudden bubbling want to protect her.

where i will stay if akashingo allows it.

the stranger that the deathbringer has brought does not linger long after that. ingram watches her go, offers the deathbringer a parting shoulder bump before he heads towards the altars.