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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:11 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:19 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:25 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:39 am
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This was embarrassing. This total stranger was now concerned for her well-being, which would not do. She was Stormborn, a Reaver in training! She had to take care of herself. For a moment, she remembered that Stormborn weren't supposed to be on friendly terms with anyone they met out in the roguelands, especially non-lions. If anything, she should have been trying to capture this wild dog to take back to the pride and force into servitude. But then she found that she didn't really care right now. She just wanted the embarrassment to go away.
"I'm fine," she growled, forcing her eyes back open. "I am Brynja, and it would probably be best if you didn't tell me much else about yourself," she said, not interested in being friends with the wild dog, since it wasn't really proper for her to be talking to him at all. "It could be dangerous."
She couldn't stop talking when she got going, though. "My eyes burn when I look at them, and I do not know why. These are definitely not mere bugs. Perhaps you are right. A god might be able to say what they are. I don't think we'll get the chance to ask, though. Unless you happen to be friends with a divine being." She chuckled to herself.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:43 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:47 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:50 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:54 am
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