( Ah, Starkhaven alienage dialect. Such a beautiful sounding thing, except when it is spoke with the rage of ten or twelve hundred suns. The usual calmness that Herian keeps a hold on, even in the wake of such events as Fromage? Gone. )
Nothing, Warden. Theirs were the actions of base animals gone rabid.
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( Ah, Starkhaven alienage dialect. Such a beautiful sounding thing, except when it is spoke with the rage of ten or twelve hundred suns. The usual calmness that Herian keeps a hold on, even in the wake of such events as Fromage? Gone. )
Nothing, Warden. Theirs were the actions of base animals gone rabid.