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OOC>> Ouch, Mistral. If I do anything you don't like, e-mail me. [img]smile.gif[/img]
IC>>GALADRIA (to Eliza) "Don't be sulky, girl. I'll agree that you're not spoiled, if it'll make you merrier, but you must think. Your very life depends upon it. What do you gain by a lonely grave, or none at all, belike? By Helm, are you jealous of Sorsha? That would be one for the minstrels, as you would know. Perhaps you could write a ballad. But all your squirming gets us no forrader. You are no fool, you must know that you are betrayed, and your father with you. What would he do, here? Think on that? (She goes over to Sorsha, and spears a roasting vegetable from the fire with her dagger, feeds it to her.)
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