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paging @Awol, all welcome tho

From the southern premises of vale did Undómiel tread;
having sent the ever-burning Andromaque on return for respite from their joint patrol of the evening, half of what properties the flament and starlit had managed to forage, here. Lonesome; with only the quiet of unwintered green and the echoes of dead avowal to whisper to her in a night that is low, long. The fée steps down from the higher reaches of this sunless Lair; sunknived spine to Court and the dim of dark only serving to coax her further, farther, for she does not believe that lurking therein is the lioness of half-fortnight past. No;
for her wolves, she has shut the wondering at a venture to Cantatis; nevermind her own selfish and sorrowing aversions: she would not let another of her realm dance with death, lest she be by their side ... and, if ever an opportune instance presented itself, she would warn some druid or nomad or other of such a looming presence within the spires.

Andraste meanders; a pale shadow and a thought.