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[adhiira]

Jaded sheep do turn their eyes from heaven, their supplications settled in their stomach as stones. The wolf stalks amongst you, dark in its glee, and the grass has lost its savor. Ah, but therein lies the tragedy of it.

[She hums a brief, and melancholy note.]Come little ones, come. For this one has hands merciful and just, and would shelter

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voice.

[adhiira]

The journey long, the task arduous, does one give up?

[dragon_savior]

I'll protect them or die trying. If you were merciful, you wouldn't have waited in the first place.

[adhiira]

You think this one more and less than what I am.

[inflammations]

And what do we give up for this shelter?

[championship]

...If you want to protect us, why not just send us home?