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Arrowyy was being marched through four hours of dawn instruction by people who apparently believe the western coast is an uninhabited decorative margin. He could forgive an early gathering for folk across the sea; it was the domestic indifference that got under his skin.
Blaedy asked sensible questions, offered sensible sympathy, and produced one of those official-looking grim little notices, which seemed to summarize Arrowyy’s prospects neatly. She then revealed that her own lot can move a meeting to afternoon when Californians are involved. Revolutionary conduct.
Arrowyy promised violence in the plain old Orcish manner, then remembered he was off on the final day. Nothing improves a campaign like learning someone else must finish it without you.