Redsand Canyon soldatin

the sentence felt like a sudden slap to her face. ears too, really. somebody yelling at her and then saying germy. minne could not say if the woman was truly asking, or only asking to appear nice.

it seemed like the latter as they fell in line.

coastal forest, pretty far from here. she started with, remaining good mood despite the tactical flash bang of a wolf that had been thrown at her. are you like a...legatus or something?

perhaps the wording and tone conveyed how much minne struggled with the hierarchy of this place.