Your Chant is long, who has time to be singing all of that? [Before coming here, any song she'd ever heard was only as long as a bard could probably be bothered with or drunks in a tavern had patience for. A chant? No patience. No patience whatsoever.]
Our. Forces. Inquisition. [If her hands are in there, she'll jam all the fingers in. All of them. Right in.] People dedicate their lives to the faith and to being a mage, studying at the college. Not so many dedicate it to just paperwork. Here we have less choices, fewer chances. The odds are...stacked a certain way, the way a scolding mother might push a child to do better. So we should.
[Indoors. Where people are. Walls. Gross. Outdoors where there are zero walls, game to be hunted, no one to hear you screaming into the void? Much better. Everyone can hear you screaming in the Gallows because they can definitely hear you hissing, the staff look at her strangely enough when she's rattling around Salvio. Get outside, get some nature, howl at the moon for three hours and find your inner almost-peace.]
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Our. Forces. Inquisition. [If her hands are in there, she'll jam all the fingers in. All of them. Right in.] People dedicate their lives to the faith and to being a mage, studying at the college. Not so many dedicate it to just paperwork. Here we have less choices, fewer chances. The odds are...stacked a certain way, the way a scolding mother might push a child to do better. So we should.
[Indoors. Where people are. Walls. Gross. Outdoors where there are zero walls, game to be hunted, no one to hear you screaming into the void? Much better. Everyone can hear you screaming in the Gallows because they can definitely hear you hissing, the staff look at her strangely enough when she's rattling around Salvio. Get outside, get some nature, howl at the moon for three hours and find your inner almost-peace.]