10/3/2025, 11:53 PM
No, Urdr said, That message is for you alone.
Trygve scowled at her, thoughtful behind his almost childish pout. He had more questions, but the matter seemed concluded. And the woman was covering the bones, now, hiding them from view. Their answers disappeared with them, with just a few intent brushes of her silver paw.
Poisoned water, a plague in the north; she was full of warnings, each more dire than the next. Trygve gave her an appreciative nod; he would try to avoid going north, then, for he knew he would have a hard time telling poison from safe water, until it was too late. Then, a blasé shrug.
Well, that explains your death haunting, witch: The plague, and its rotten waters.The connection seemed clear to him, but how did he factor into it? How strange.
I don't know what you expect me to do about it.
His mouth twisted, an expression stained with disgust.
I am cursed.
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