[It would be the words of a madman. Holding so fast to the Seven, it was impossible to imagine anything similar to this or any other type of magic. She didn't prefer to face too many of her preconceived notions. For better or worse (and likely worse), it was better to push out these questions.]
You have my condolences, ser. [She touched her neck, feeling a bit breathless still.] Death is no easy thing to visit a family.
[His accent was similar to the few Northern nobles she had met, enough that she would try and discern which House he served.]
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You have my condolences, ser. [She touched her neck, feeling a bit breathless still.] Death is no easy thing to visit a family.
[His accent was similar to the few Northern nobles she had met, enough that she would try and discern which House he served.]
The Stranger walks among us all now.