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[brosif]

[The orb comes up, and Sif is surrounded by a small but dedicated throng of villagers. All of whom are waving pieces of paper about. Her hair is disheveled, and as she brings a hand up to tug on her necklace there is a very audible crack as her elbow connects with the nose of a young maiden. It is accidental, but satisfying.]

What in all the worlds has gotten into the townspeople, this day? My autograph has been requested more times this morning than in the past month.

Comments

[brosif]

They once thought I was cold and distant, too. That seems to have abated somewhat, and I miss it.

Have you been approached, Gretel?

[halfwitch]

By one or two people. I just ran off though, when they came close.

[brosif]

Good. I would stay to the monastery today, were I you.

[halfwitch]

Maybe. Unless I get bored here.

[brosif]

Nothing good awaits you outside, this day.

[halfwitch]

I could try to run really, really fast to get to Faolan's before anyone caught me.