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[heroictale]

Who: Heron, anyone
When: Day 33, evening
Where: Hallway leading to hole in the wall
What: godless priest

[A shirtless Heron (with obviously bruised and possibly broken ribs) is staggering along the hallway, muttering something under his breath the whole time. There are old scars all over his body. And one more clearly than the rest is a mark of an apple with a quill as its stem that sits right over his heart. His eyes are unfocused as he walks along. The only clear sentence being...]

What comes after? Ma, what comes after...?

Comments

[heroictale]

Can I be untied now?

[larcenous]

I'm leavin' that up to Noric.

[heroictale]

He might forget about me.

[larcenous]

He ain't that much of an ass.

[heroictale]

He has a lot on his mind.

[larcenous]

There's an annoying guy tied to his table. That's hard to miss.

[heroictale]

[pfft]

[larcenous]

Oh, and...

Try not to move your head too much, 'kay?

[heroictale]

Huh? Why? [tries to turn to look]

[larcenous]

I tied your hair to the table, too.

[heroictale]

[hits a snag]

... really?

[larcenous]

Really!

[heroictale]

Is that not overdoing it?

[larcenous]

Nope!

[heroictale]

[sighs. Too tired to bother arguing.]

[larcenous]

[snerk]

I'll leave ya to Aer.

[heroictale]

Thank you, Dash.

[larcenous]

Whaaaatever.

[AELLA OUT]