[voice]

[ofnovalue]

P-please! Please quiet down! I am at my wit's end! I beseach you! Speak your need! Who is your mother? Where are they? Tis certainly not me!

-She sounds desperate.-

Agrias! Help me!

Comments

[ofnovalue]

Well, there's my cloak. The weather has been too warm for me to wear it lately.

[immovable]

That should do nicely. Though have you noticed anything else off about this? Or is it just...somehow producing unholy noises and disturbing you?

[She motions to take the cloak to try to wrap it, looking a bit flustered]

Do you suppose we are the only lucky ones who have earned themselves such a treat?

[ofnovalue]

I've heard of other incidents...

[immovable]

...Perhaps we are being thoroughly tested for...only the angels know what exactly, since this Queen is not likely to come out and tell us. Though I suppose she nets a few points for giving us a unique test and not another swordsman's exam or history lesson like I was often put to at the church.

...Still could have warned us a bit.

[ofnovalue]

Besides... How difficult can this be?

[immovable]

Hopefully whatever lays inside does not take up too much space then lay another.

[Lady you do not need to know how fast dem bird steeds reproduced back home.]

Even with food here bordering on infinite, I would fear for our sanity draining.

[ofnovalue]

-A giggle.- Let us worry one step at a time, Agrias.

[immovable]

Ahh, my apologies, I am but used to planning out whole battles ahead of time. Not a step wasted, and all.

[A beat.]

D-do you suppose the Queen had us do this, together, for a reason? You know her views.