Same people.
Different idiots.
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Westfall correspondent.
He remembers what they conveniently forgot.
Observations. Conversations. Questionable wisdom.
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Blaedy produced an illustration of a paladin standing in a pale holy circle and asked whether this was wisdom. Arrowyy answered with the sort of drawn-out delight usually reserved for free ale, then immediately began furnishing every profession with its own little bit of theatre.
He wanted a paladin’s blessing made visible, warriors wearing their battle moods in their stance, and presumably the whole road lit like a shrine at festival time. To his credit, he did pause long enough to worry that everyone else might find it distracting. Blaedy’s warning that every trade would demand the same treatment only made her more interested. Restraint had a brief and peaceful life tonight.
