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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Lodge, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@JJ Doe]
T A G S :    [@JJ Doe] ,   [@Conscripts][/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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	[color=silver] [color=white] “Stop…”[/color] the word fell silently from her mouth. It was possible she had not even spoken it. She felt her lips press together, but no sound came from her. 

	 She could hear the lizardman’s pain. The clinking of the ice and the moans of agony. She could smell the turning of scales. It was all wretched to witness.

	 In all her wisdom, she knew this was what had to be done. If she wished to see her brother again, at least, alive, there was no other option. She had to trust Barrock’s methods.

	 And yet, she could feel her breath trembling in her chest. She longed to be in her sanctuary, meditating on the Light Elves’ wisdom and galore in tranquility. This, however, was not an option. It would never be an option, again, unless they defeated the Dark Elves.

	 The lizardman’s scream pierced her ears. Reflexively, her pale hands flinched. The poor creature, but he knew where her brother was, her dear brother Rowan.

 	[color=white] “Where is my brother?”[/color] She asked again. It seemed to be the only thing she was capable of articulating clearly. 

	 Aurora felt unprepared for this journey. She needed to be stronger. She was still recovering from Zara’s death, and without Rowan, she felt almost entirely lost. 
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