[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

[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.