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[bybloodandhonor]

It seems that not even the journals are free from the strangeness of this place.

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[fellinaplothole]

[A woman in a dark hood - she pulls it down and there are crow's feet around sea-green eyes and snarls of dyed hair. She looks amused. It's hard to startle an SI:7 agent.]

Highlord. What are you doing in my hearthcrystal?

[bybloodandhonor]

[Confused Tirion is confused! The lady looks slightly familiar, but he can't quite place where he might have seen her before. Hmm.]

I could ask the same as to why you're on my communicator? You're not on the ship are you, ma'am?

[fellinaplothole]

Ship? No, I'm afraid not.

[She's unsubtly craning her neck to try and see where Tirion is right now.]

Calia Hastings, SI:7.

[bybloodandhonor]

[He's in his own room, which certainly don't look like the insides of any sort of ship, but rather resembling his tent at the Tournament grounds.

He frowns a bit in thought. Nah. He could only think of one person with that name, and she did seem... familiar. Could it be?]

... Princess?

[nashrath]

Hey, I remember you...

[bybloodandhonor]

Throm'ka. [He smiles slightly - he likes the Orcs for the most part light dammit Garrosh.] If we've met, I'm afraid the encounter has slipped my memory.

[nashrath]

[Toothy smile which vanishes pretty fast :c she continues in Orcish.]

You don't? Oh, that sucks, why not? It had better not be some time travel bullshit, because that's so lame.