Noctisardor Bypass know your meme

Druid’s face twisted into a scowl at Anselm’s dry comment, though it wasn’t meant for him. It was, of course, her knee-jerk reaction to any reminder of her own abandonment. It was awful that he knew that pain just as well. It was a terrible thing to have in common.

I was hoping to borrow practices from everyone’s birthplaces to adopt here in Rivenwood, she explained, her expression relaxing, though a furrow in her brow remained. I wouldn’t particularly like to use that one. If you can think of anything else, will you let me know?