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Instead of a segue into something more along their lines of Drageda and how it reminded him of Roangeda, Dirge found that their little gathering party was interrupted. A pale specter did appear, but it was not Andraste as he had previously thought who joined them. A foreigner in their midsts, one who was subjected to the whirl and turn of Hydra and the swift close in by Dacio. It was Dirge who stayed still once again, only spinning to face the happening without the fanfare or teeth, his hackles prickling the only thing to betray his nonchalance.

A short series of stammering words spilled out of the she-wolf's mouth then—she had been brazen enough to approach all of them, but now? Nervous was definitely one way to describe it, but he thought her weak-kneed and fearful. Was she a spy? Easthollow was fresh off her lips and his gaze drifted quick to Dacio, but his senses told him otherwise. The commentary of a test pulled at him too—perhaps he'd pick @Nikai's brain about that another time.

Rendered silent by the ongoing, he simply observed, but not without looking to Arcturus dumbfounded.

What a strange, strange series of events their life had become.

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