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free-dom. Liberty of the person from slavery, detention, or oppression; to be free of restrains.
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The following days found Kate back in the training facility barely after the sun had risen. Light sleeper as always, annoyed and frustrated as few times she had been, she nearly dragged Sam with her as soon as his eyes fluttered and he would stop complaining about her weird new habits. If asked, she would deny with all the teeth in her mouth that she wanted to prove anything to anyone bar herself. Amell could handle weapons without batting an eyelash. So could half the people which had filled the hall that day. There was no reason for her to think herself as incapable.
At least, the girl knew perfectly well she was acting like a spoiled brat. Nothing like understanding the blunt reality to face a new day.
And speaking of reality, both elves weren't completely sure about what was true or not, as to be expected. As soon as Sam had deemed himself properly rested – amongst much grumbling, snoring and a push out of bed when her patience had gone out the proverbial window – they had been transferred to a room of their own. It wasn't anything special when compared to the grand halls and odd hallways but it was comfortable. A simple white bedroom, two wooden beds, one vanity and the barest essentials to keep them dressed and decent. Other than that, it was hard to understand how things worked in the Complex.
People were mainly free to choose their own schedule. There was the mandatory training period and that had to be followed by every recruit and full-fledged Warden. The majority woke, stuffed themselves with enough food to keep a small army going for a week or so (something she had thought disgusting until she had found herself shoveling down three plates at breakfast) and would spend most of the day either fighting one another or guarding the precinct. Rare members would be found rebuilding or repairing the buildings, helping out on the fields or pouring through tomes much older than they could imagine.
The officials were the exception to the rule. Each and every one had a steady routine. Always at breakfast, they would walk between the tables and speak to small groups in hushed voices. Those chosen would leave and return only by nightfall. Kate had surmised they would perform something very similar to what the group which had found them was doing. Recon. Sensible for an organization which kept stepping on everyone's toes.
A week passed in this odd sort of trance until, as usual in their lives, things took a dive and turned upside down without bothering to deliver a warning. The Commander certainly didn't believe in them.
It would have been better if they weren't standing in the middle of the courtyard, she thought with a sigh. Kate fidgeted in her place, probably imagining the whispers and giggles which surrounded her, like the other Wardens were little more school girls. The sun was hot above their heads, filtered lightly by the glass ceiling which served only to increase the temperature of the space. She could feel the fabric of her suit cling uncomfortably to her clammy skin, beads of sweat slowly dripping down her face. How much time had it been, she wondered. There was a vague recollection of someone yelling her name, pushing her out of bed, get dressed now, girl, just before she was pushed outside and into the field.
And she wasn't the only one. Sam stood right by her side, a hand crisped around his staff, a somewhat sleepy expression at odds with the flush of his paler skin. Beyond him, several mages, perhaps as much as a dozen between males and females, elves and humans. It was amazing to her how the Commander had managed to rip so many from the Circle with both Chantry and Government falling on him for subversion. It was likely she would have continued to entertain these thoughts – as anything else would remind her of stewing inside that thrice damned uniform – but Ogrhen saw fit to stop her, a sharp finger digging against her ribs every time she leaned too much or her eyes strayed somewhere they shouldn't.
"Would you min—"
That same finger was touched to his lips demanding silence. She would believe he was actually worried about the poor excuse for discipline she was showing if he wasn't grinning.
"Assignment time, runt," he informed blandly. "Got to keep quiet."
"You're talking," she commented rather unnecessarily.
Hypocrite didn't even bother to look at her, small eyes locked with the man speaking right in front of them. "I'm special."
Kate could think of a dozen different ways in which that sentence applied that didn't imply a compliment. The corner of her lips turned upwards, a little smile attempting to show without permission.
The man scowled at that. "Don't mimic the mage, brat. I got enough to deal with one pseudo-wiseass."
"Do you even know what pseudo means?"
Kate had no idea what drove her to banter with the human; only that it made the heat, the sunlight above her head so much easier to stand. The complaint was just at the tip of her tongue, ready to be shouted to the four winds. But no one else did so. They stood in silence, each line perfectly aligned, each person standing still and alert for the blond man's words whenever they were fit to be said. And she was drenched, dark tresses plastered to her forehead and neck, trying very hard not to sway in the direction of the dusty floor. Who knew standing could be considered tiring?
"Brat, pay attention." Oghren's tone was suddenly different, more no-nonsense than he had used ever in her presence. "Tell your mage not to cast. If you can't handle this, you can't handle going out. And trust me, you'll want to get out of this place."
"What?"
Sam hadn't moved noticeably; the large staff in his hand had. It was a gigantic thing, easily bypassing the elf's stature, a wooden pole, carefully wrapped in leather to protect his hands. Right at the end a silver blade rested, sharp as sin. The whole instrument was slightly leaning towards her and, if Kate forced herself, she could almost taste Sam's magic already filtering the air. Rejuvenation, maybe? Healing, definitely.
That was all she could feel before she was pushed aside, Oghren firmly as a barrier between her and the other elf.
"You're a Warden, not some girl who can't handle a little sun." His dark eyes were slightly narrowed and, for the very first time, he seemed something more than a fool. "So suck it up, breathe slowly and look forward. Going to last a while still."
Last it did. Only Maric moved, speaking quietly to each and every member of the units, standing like oddly living statues. He would stop in front of the person, look at the notebook he held before saying something she couldn't grasp. A couple of questions followed, comments on the answers given and only then move along. It seemed more of a test than anything else – yet another, Maker, these people did enjoy them far too much.
She shuffled a little in her place, not resisting the urge to rub one sleeve against her forehead.
This was fine, it was much easier than running all over the place. Just wait and space out, noticing things. The woman – Azar, her mind added sluggishly – stood to a corner, straight hair framing her face, a staff on her back; oh, so she was a mage, was she? Four others next to her, all of them older, middle aged, maybe forty tops. What was with all these tests, she asked mentally to the older looking guy, tanned skin and grey hair, really nice looking. Human. Maker, what was with all the humans?
"Admiring?"
"Excuse me?"
Ogrhen managed to leer in a way which would make a whore blush and run for the hills. It wasn't a pretty sight. His head tilted lightly and pointed at the elder men, presumably the higher grade officials.
"Most people are into elves, kid. Little less uniform, little less clothing, get that hair down."
Common opinion, old as time and just as disgusting. Kate felt her body cringe at the mere thought, pushing away the sudden wish to push him further away from her. Some thoughts were still as scary as when they were on the run, that would never change. From the other side, Sam was already scowling, an expression at odds with his usual unruffled stance.
"I might just stab you." His tirade was delivered softly, as one stating something about the weather.
"Oh?" Never had a male threat been done in a sentence that small. "Before or after I get to watch?"
"Right now."
The staff accidentally stumbled, bashing against the human's head. Accidentally. Of course. The two elves exchanged a look and a smile, listening to the following complaints like they were a sweet humming. A soft thank you was mumbled over the other's head and probably more would have been said – or done, Ogrhen did seem rather annoyed – had an interruption not presented itself.
"High Dragon! Get down!"
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In true Complex manner, there was no time to understand who had screamed or what was going on. The words were still resounding in the air when they were drowned by a roar and an even louder crack against the cemented floor. The creature swooped down from nowhere, its large wings pushing people aside like they were nothing but dolls. A gigantic red body, covered in translucent dark scales which shone softly at the edges like they were little less than blades. The elf wasn't eager to see whether they were as sharp as they looked. In fact, there was little she could see in that moment.
As soon as the dragon had made its appearance, all the groups had dispersed, including her own. Kate found herself pushed against others, all falling to the floor in the disarray. Some were already crouching, a particularly stout human woman was already gripping a sword and shield.
She stumbled a little as she tried to do the same. Hard and even harder when she could barely see anything else than the gigantic creature. How had it managed to get into the precinct without warning? Weren't they supposed to have some warning against this kind of thing? Why was it staring?
"What are you doing, girl? Get moving!" The woman's companion – was that a dwarf? – grabbed her lower arm and pulled her to her feet, barely keeping her from falling all over again as he threw her back against another. He was already holding a large axe, golden like few jewels she had ever seen.
"Best way to start the day. Okay, we can do this," he drawled. "I'll draw her attention from the front."
"Her?"
The man looked at her like she was a particularly ignorant piece of mud on his shoes before ignoring her question all together. It was an unnerving glance, a tone of green too light to be pleasant to look at. All around them, small groups converged in a manner similar to theirs. The rest had already taken cover. Kate wondered briefly why, considering they were supposed to be warriors, and if she shouldn't follow. It wasn't like she had ever faced something like.
"…on the side. You, girl." Dwarf or not, the man was still tall enough to punch her shoulder, effectively snapping her from her little trance. "Get your toothpicks, hit the belly. Spread out."
And with that little advice, Kate felt herself being bodily pushed into the dragon's vicinity. Someone was casting, a wide spread fire spell and, in any other moment, she would have been amazed with the control it showed. What seemed like meteors crashed against the dragon and the earth but none of them touched the several people trying to keep it from destroying anything. So far they had failed. One car was virtually crushed into a pulp underneath its claws and one pavilion would need far more than a casual repair.
"Move, girl!" Again, the dwarf.
She had no idea what he thought she would be able to do with – as he had called them – her toothpicks. Sam would be far better at time. But Sam was in the fray, she could see him not even twenty meters away, brow furrowed deeply like when he was deeply focused on something. They never fought alone. Gripping all her attention with a vice grip, Kate joined the fray, trying to keep her attention on the dwarf's voice. If anything, he knew what he was doing.
Slipping into stealth, Kate tried to follow the command she had been given. The skin beneath the belly seemed soft, deceptively so, but it was definitely a more fragile target than any of the scaled surface. Unfortunately, the creature knew it. Even hidden in the shadows, surrounded by magic and shouts from what seemed everywhere, the dragon appeared to know where she was, her large snout sniffling deeply as the head swerved from side to side.
"Maker damnit, woman. Stab it!"
If there was a better way to call the dragon's attention to her, the elf would be hard pressed to find it. There was no time for it either. The dragon had turned and swept the area around with her tail, roaring so loud it was no wonder everyone attacking stopped for a moment, their eardrums practically shattering under the noise. Kate had tried to evade it; hadn't worked exactly how it was supposed to but it had avoided a full collision, replacing it with a clumsy tumble and some minor bruises as she became acquainted with the cemented floor.
It had pushed her closer. With a little grin – which was related to fear evolved into despair instead of actual satisfaction – she jumped forward, attempting to slash at the dwarf's intended target. Kate could see where he stood, his large axe methodically attempting to chip away the dragon's face. He seemed unafraid. Act or not, it was a little comforting. Sheathing one of the daggers, she raised the other with both hands and began to attack the strong skin. The damage was minimal, cumulative but minimal. She kept at it, dodging the large paws every time the shook, trying to dislodge the annoying ant that she was. It seemed to be annoyed that the fighters around kept it busy. That was just fine by her.
Of course, the creature wasn't stupid. Something kept attacking one of her frailer points, she was bound to notice at some point. Kate understood her time was running out when the dragon's paws began to stomp against the floor, making it necessary for her to keep changing positions, losing her balance and chance to keep injuring the creature. A little closer and it would have hit her legs, another twist and it was her upper body which was close to be smashed by the lower half of the creature. She couldn't continue like that.
Despairingly, Kate crouched to the floor and began to make her way out. The dwarf kept screaming but it wouldn't catch the dragon's attention for longer. With that in mind, she crawled from under the creature, slipping a little on the dark read ooze which kept dripping from the open injuries she had caused. Only the shadows couldn't hide her forever. The sunlight eventually filtered through even her stealth and Kate found herself being pushed aside as a snout came too close; close enough to breathe against her cheeks.
Dragons had amazingly dark eyes. Amazingly dangerous looking, especially when narrowed; that was the only detail the elf had time to retain.
This time, the target was too obvious for the creature to miss. Blood red scales filled her vision as a wing crashed against her and no attempt to avoid it was possible. She closed her eyes tight, groaning her body began to be pushed aside. The only reason why it didn't completely was her dagger, the small blade getting caught in something tough, a miraculous point of salvation. Kate gripped the weapon even harder which, in hindsight, could have been far worse than being thrown around.
Her body was pushed back, her arm forward, shoulder threatening to jump out of its socket. And in the middle of her own screams, there was this horrible ripping sound as her dagger slid down whatever it had been caught into. Water fell on her like some unexpected rain, coating her hair and skin, digging slowly into the fabric which covered her and almost ripping the dagger from her hand. All of that information hazed its way into her brain but didn't make a dent. In fact, if the world stopped spinning at any moment, she would be deadly grateful.
Out of nowhere, two hands steadied her, a strong grip accompanied by the female warrior's voice. "Steady now, girl. We're done."
"What?" Kate licked her lips absently and tasted something which reminded her strangely of bile. And iron. Definitely not water. "Did someone kill it?"
"No need to, the Dragon was a mage. Now stop struggling, you hit your head." That much had been gathered by the four dwarves trying to bite their way out of her skull. "Ripping a dragon's wing by complete accident, now that's just new" It was lucky indeed that her brain didn't allow a coherent though to be formed even with the aid of a guide. It allowed her not to accept the words 'the dragon was a mage' as a figment of her imagination and focus on the woman's cool hands against her forehead, keeping her from bumbling away on her haze. "Oi, mage. Get over here, this one needs her head fixed."
Kate didn't open her eyes. It wasn't needed. It was Sam's hands that tugged her shoulder, his magic around her and his eyes right above her, a red eyebrow close to his hairline in an attitude that spoke of annoyance.
"It was another test." Her head twanged annoyingly at the words. "Took some time to understand that. That's why Oghren left the field and I'm betting you didn't see anyone bar recruits, did you?" She blinked confusedly, trying to focus on his words but, more specifically, on his face. He had been fighting from the back, no injury marred his skin and his robe remained as immaculate as ever. The fire, she thought, connecting the thoughts rather late, the fire spell which had been consistent throughout the would-be battle. That had been Sam. Made sense. He did like it a lot. His fingers rested on her forehead, drawing a pattern she didn't understand.
"It was another test?" Never to be said she couldn't grasp the obvious once explained. "Maker help us, do these people get off on this?
"No one could get off on you stumbling your way into stabbing a dragon, Tabris." It was a good thing she couldn't focus on Maric's face, the human appearing from virtually nowhere, the hint of a smirk giving him the air of a child whose prank had been successful. Sam's hands released her for a moment only to grasp her shoulders tightly; containing the wish to do something else. Something damaging. Probably pummel him to the ground, Kate would definitely approve. The Makerforsaken idiot.
"Title's lieutenant," she found herself to be interrupted by the subject of her scrutiny, a brief glance spared if that much. In a split second, Kate could even see the flash of white teeth and the childish grin before it faded. "It sucks and it makes me sound like a prick but orders are orders, Commander's a stick in the mud so names for when we're all swimming in ale, yes? Good. Great. Moving along." The blond human tapped on his notebook distractedly, slipping the pen between his teeth on regular intervals. Maker, one needed a sharp mind and a lot of tolerance to keep up with this man. "You work best together, so let's just stick you in the same group. We don't coddle but if it works, why change? Less chance to get yourselves killed just after your Joining. And you do prefer to be together, right?"
For someone calling himself lieutenant, he was stupidly prone to verbal diarrhea. Whatever Maric said, clearly was rethoric as he continued to write furiously, barely sparing a look at the couple. How come they had been summoned if only to be talked to instead of talked with?
"Better to keep you with someone you know too. Boss'll get my hide if you wander off on my watch. The party you were found by? Keep by it. Familiar faces all around." Kate shared a look with Sam, watching as his momentary satisfaction faded like fog in a summer morning. It was to be expected, she wanted to believe, to be forced to deal with others. It made sense. Military wasn't supposed to pay attention to temper tantrums or prejudices and the Wardens were proving to be an incredibly organized forced for such a weird group. "We keep mixed groups just in case. Mages for large field clean up, warriors for close quarter combat. Yadda, yadda, basic stuff. I suggest you started trusting these people. Well done, children."
He took a deep breath, probably regaining strength for the next tirade.
"And we're done. Everyone dismissed and go do stuff. First and second groups, north. Third, Denerim. Forth, say hello to Lady Guerrin for me. Wait, no. She threatened to cut "
He was making her dizzy with all the wandering around he was doing. It was like his own body was against the idea of keeping still. Hers, however, had no such compulsion. Sam's hands stopped supporting her properly and she found herself sitting on the floor, staring up at the man like a naughty child in front of a teacher.
"Tell me you don't like him."
Sam scowled, bending to catch the staff he had dropped by her side at some point.
"I don't like anyone who knows more than I do and denies sharing it," he commented blandly. "Why would I like a puppeteer anyway?"
Sometimes, Kate was sure even she underestimated Sam. Wasn't that stupid?
"Come on." His hand patted her shoulder to call her attention before clasping her arm and pulling upwards. "You're covered in dragon blood. Or human blood, whatever the man turned into. Let's get away from this place."
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As simple as that, they found themselves leaving the complex. The group wasn't too different of the one who had brought them in. Apparently, that one had been a rarity in its dimensions, too large to remain unnoticed even without they called the Taint added into the mixture. There was still the Commander and Maric, still Amell with his easygoing attitude, as if they weren't out on a hunt, still Vaughan, Maker knew why. Oghren had been added to the party though, having remained behind on the week before because 'Commander thought a blasted broken leg couldn't be healed properly by magic so got me Ines in fucking babysitting duty. Woman made me sponge bath myself.' A tall human girl which barely spoke and carried a uniform more armored than half the men. And finally, her and Sam.
It was different to walk with this group. Before, she had been mostly on the run. They tended to run through forests and, if possible, at night where discovery would be far harder. They also ran as much as possible in between points of population. Humans had no such issue. They didn't walk indolently but still, it was a pace that was easy to accompany. And the sun, bright above her head, the conversation which was a constant, the steady ringing of weapons and boots, everything was rather different. Not completely comfortable but not that bad.
They were going to Haven. Just the word was enough to send a well-known prickle of apprehension down her back. They were Wardens now, right? And even though she had no idea what it meant completely besides being, basically, a monster hunter, that did mean she was free of having to stay inside those walls. Kate had seen them once, in the past. She had been fourteen. Fifteen? She had been young and stupid enough to wander aimlessly. It was truly a wonder how she had managed to slip by unnoticed until escapees had found her. Suffice to say it hadn't been the most welcoming place in the world.
Only thing she didn't get on all this thing, she thought absently as she trailed after Maric's back – who had already accused her several times of staring a little too low and he was uncomfortable – was why they had to walk to Haven. Last time Kate had checked, there were more than enough means of transportation which would be preferable. And faster. Cheap people, what could one expect more? They wouldn't hear her complain.
And in such thoughts, she followed the leaders, dust and grass stepped on regularly as they began to leave the valley where the Compound was nested in.
"Tabris."
She had fallen behind the group without noticing, even behind the other elf who was focusing more on the path than on his friend. The Commander had seen it though. He stood in front of her in all his annoying impassive glory, actually stopped in the path instead of her slow pace.
"With me," he said simply, leaving no doubt that it was an order and he expected it to be followed. So much that, when he walked to the very edge of the cliff, he didn't bother to pause and see if she was walking behind him or not. He simply did so, waiting with crossed arms until she caught up. "You will need to memorize this path so you can eventually leave on scouting parties. After this, we will catch a truck and—"
"Wait. Wait, stop." He had told her before the only she needed to know was how to kill. Now he was giving geography lessons. What in the Maker's name? "Why are you letting us leave like this? And leave by myself? Without guards?"
Loghain was not like Maric. The words she told the other were taken like a joke and they didn't seem to matter. This man weighted each and every one. He looked at her as if she was deserving of his knowledge and found her lacking. It occurred to her it would be so easy to just push him, he was so close to the edge and a cliff rested beneath. No one would blame her. Well, no elf would blame her. Ever since meeting this man, she was walking on knives, constantly on her toes and never knowing where to run next. Kate couldn't forget the odd thought that their group had been the one to chase after her and Sam that night. Maybe they had waited until they were in danger to save them. It was possible.
"Because you'll eventually understand that leaving will change nothing," his voice was like a sentence, as certain and assured as when carrying a goblet with dark poison. "The Wardens are your refuge now. Check your life before, compare it to now," he commented, fingers lightly trailing over his sword's handle. "It is better than running. You have a job, you have a roof; all you have to do is follow my commands. And every time you leave, you will remember why this is better."
Cruel bastard.
His eyes turned to her, reminding her bluntly that speaking her mind was something she should curb from then on. "Yes. And I do what's necessary. But if you two learn, if you commit yourselves to this, I will keep you safe. And that will be the closest thing to freedom you will know. More than many humans can dare to dream of."
"Why do you say this to me?" Kate asked, swallowing the words logical cruel bastard before they could be said. "Why not to Surana?"
"Because he is more afraid of what expects him than you," he said, as if the answer was obvious and she shouldn't have bothered to ask in the first place. "He cannot afford to be caught. You can. Whatever they do to you, you can attempt to forget. He'll leave only if you do."
He played with the Chantry, he messed around with the Royals and there was a hint as to how he managed, plain for Kate to see. Loghain was a Commander in the truest sense of the word. He knew how to use others. And to that, he had to understand the people he shackled.
Kate licked her dry lips, frowning in the direction of what she was supposed to take as her future home. "So you are asking me to trust you?"
"No. I don't believe in miracles." A gun in her hands, his attitude in almost mocking and a week before in the Training Grounds. She briefly wondered if he remembered that hour or it was as inconsequential as her acceptance into becoming a Warden. "I'm asking you, as a normal and rational person to weight your options and chose the best."
"Couldn't you get someone else? I'm pretty sure there are more elves, Fade, more humans to do your binding."
Way to remind him that she was expendable.
Loghain stopped looking at the cliff bellow and his eyes were hard as silver and twice as difficult to read against hers. Kate had an urge to take a step back as if she had just stumbled into unknown territory. Enemy territory.
"Yes. I could."
The conversation was over with those three words. He wouldn't reply to anything else and she couldn't force herself to ask anything else. In her mind, a woman was laughing, loud and clear, like a ghost in plain daylight. She also seemed to have coal colored hair and a smile better belonging in feline features.
A shiver crossed her from top to bottom, making her hug her waist despite the warm uniform.
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Sam hadn't spoken his mind completely since the so-called capture. There were stolen moments he would direct to Kate, some reflection to himself in whispers but nothing else. The time wasn't right. He watched, he learned, he cherished the tiniest sliver of freedom while planning ahead. It was why he didn't comment the oddities he had been noticing. Yes, he was a mage. Yes, he knew a little more than most in the run and out of the Circle. Maybe even in the Circle since those eventually ended Tranquil before they could bring harm to a country which feared and hated the mere thought of their existence. He just didn't understand why the conscription of two alley cats.
While Kate slept, wrapped tightly in her bedroll, he remained awake and vice-versa. He'd keep her and himself from trusting as much as possible; thinking and observing others.
The night was late when their peace was broken.
"Commander?" Sam blinked in the darkness, trying to focus on the man who couldn't be anyone else bar their Commander. Too tall, too broad, the large curved sword which almost begged to be used. Kate's voice was barely above a murmur "Is something the matter?"
"You need to practice."
Unseen, Sam frowned, trying to discern his friend's reaction, the dark shadow moving as she sat.
"It's not even daybreak!"
"No," he agreed amiable, almost pleased that she had noticed it was pitch black above their small camp. "It's not."
Kate stared at up where, supposedly should be his face with an expression that clearly said he couldn't be serious. He just couldn't. They were cold and wet from the drizzle, uniform belts were stuck uncomfortably – and painfully – against his skin and she had barely slept what? Two hours? He couldn't be serious. She would shoot herself if she attempted to train while seeing double.
"Today, Warden."
He was. At least that was what it seemed, as his form went nowhere, standing above her like some mismatched guardian spirit. Only the Commander wasn't one. He was just an idiot.
"Be right back, Sam." She had noticed. Her fingers touched his hair, trailing gently as she rose. Closer then, he could see her features, resigned but unworried.
Why were they bothering? Why them, why then, why?
Sam pushed himself back into his bedroll and made no comment whatsoever, watching as Kate stumbled her way into the other side of the camp, a longsword pushed into her hands instead of the usual dagger; no complaints because the sleep was patent in each step and gesture. He would understand eventually. He just had to pay attention and understand.
And he would get just why these players were so keen on having them as pieces.
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AN - All right, the next one begins to drop more odd clues and weird characters, I promise. This is mostly filler and a little of what the Wardens have become~ I'll try harder to bring a proper - and hopefully better - chapter soon. The one who gets the How to Train Your Dragon reference gets a cookie.
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