Gjalla offers to pass time by fishing. A soldier of years, her skill comes not from the patience of waiting for the perfect moment to strike, but from the will to charge forward. No matter. She can make do.
”I can learn. I’ll follow.
And she does, dutifully, at the side of the woman swathed in shades of night.
”Are there others that gather with you? she asks, brow raising.
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speaks common
