[She says, darkly. Personal, and complicated, because Drearburh may have been a putrid, filth-strewn, silent insane asylum of a place, but it's still a part of her. For better or worse.
She's momentarily distracted from offering any further reply when the barmaid makes her return, slides Gideon's drink her way with another of those professionally friendly smiles, and Gideon thanks her expansively with a wink. She looks back toward Geralt only when they're alone once again, her stein of ale sitting untouched upon the table, for the moment.]
What were you saying, a magical signature?
[A fact she may well ought to have known, something that - perhaps - most others had been aware of. But she and Harrow had sunk swiftly into old and unhelpful ways, keeping largely to themselves, Harrow looking for answers in stuffy old tomes and Gideon either watching over her or throwing herself bodily into sword practice. She'd missed so much of what had been going on-- she's determined not to allow that to happen again.]
I heard that you guys were locked up because you were the wrong sort, whatever that means. Some kind of mistake? I thought they meant just people they couldn't use or something, but if they put some sort of magical tracer on you, that kinda puts a different spin on it.
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[She says, darkly. Personal, and complicated, because Drearburh may have been a putrid, filth-strewn, silent insane asylum of a place, but it's still a part of her. For better or worse.
She's momentarily distracted from offering any further reply when the barmaid makes her return, slides Gideon's drink her way with another of those professionally friendly smiles, and Gideon thanks her expansively with a wink. She looks back toward Geralt only when they're alone once again, her stein of ale sitting untouched upon the table, for the moment.]
What were you saying, a magical signature?
[A fact she may well ought to have known, something that - perhaps - most others had been aware of. But she and Harrow had sunk swiftly into old and unhelpful ways, keeping largely to themselves, Harrow looking for answers in stuffy old tomes and Gideon either watching over her or throwing herself bodily into sword practice. She'd missed so much of what had been going on-- she's determined not to allow that to happen again.]
I heard that you guys were locked up because you were the wrong sort, whatever that means. Some kind of mistake? I thought they meant just people they couldn't use or something, but if they put some sort of magical tracer on you, that kinda puts a different spin on it.