Through the crystal, the first thing that Gwenaëlle says — involuntary more than answer, pure reaction — probably doesn't help matters:
“Selfish fucking cunt,” breathlessly incredulous, half away from the crystal, and then, barked: “Guilfoyle!”
who has his uses, but she has rarely wielded him with much delicacy when it comes to deescalation. There's a moment it seems as if that might be all and Cedric might have to just hope that she's on her way, before, brisk: “You'll need to be more specific about where. Assume I have no landmarks.”
—because she doesn't. What a way to first set foot in Kirkwall's alienage.
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“Selfish fucking cunt,” breathlessly incredulous, half away from the crystal, and then, barked: “Guilfoyle!”
who has his uses, but she has rarely wielded him with much delicacy when it comes to deescalation. There's a moment it seems as if that might be all and Cedric might have to just hope that she's on her way, before, brisk: “You'll need to be more specific about where. Assume I have no landmarks.”
—because she doesn't. What a way to first set foot in Kirkwall's alienage.