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"Well, go get him! I'm tired." Tsaerri mostly ignores Syrgei, making for the stairs where they came in.

Goddess, what's wrong with me? I think it might be time to crack open that Elonian wine when I get home, maybe after a warm bath. And then never thinking about people I used to know again....


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Skaeye glances in the mirror one final time, the effort of dignifying herself as the de facto president of the guild still somewhat foreign to her. She had found the fitted, cornsilk-colored dress, stitched with elegant fleurs in darker marigold, more troublesome to don than her plate armor.

It will have to do. I mustn't keep the envoy waiting.

She was apprehensive about the meeting, knowing next to nothing of Charr culture, all but certain that she'd inadvertently offend her guest. But if they were ever to grow, she would have to become accustomed to such things.

The knight steps out from her solar and makes her way down to the main meeting area of the guild hall. At the first sight of the stranger, she instantly regrets not choosing her armor after all.

She's like to think me some spoiled noble too rich to get myself dirty on the battlefield, inept for command. Balthazar, is that what I'm becoming? No matter, she sees me now. I can only do my best.

Skaeye squares herself, standing as straight as she can before the Charr in her hulking, gruesome armor. "You must be Meleron of the Doom Warband. I'm honored to have such a fierce warrior among us. Skaeye Stratarre at your service, president of the Synod of Gods. Welcome."

She hesitates only slightly as she extends her hand in greeting.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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