[While at first Wilhelm tenses under the touch, soon his shoulders soften. He lifts his gaze to Elrond before casting it aside.]
Not exactly.
[Picking at his cuticles, he sorts out the story in his head.]
We were all on, like, a diplomatic, goodwill trip in Nocwich. It's this other country. [Some...where. His grasp of Abraxan geography remains loose.] Anyway, a representative from each faction was supposed to meet with one of the leaders of this place, but they were attacked in the middle of the meeting. There was an attack on the castle the same night.
Thorne must have already been on alert, because messengers from the castle found us and gave us these cards that had a spell, like, written into it or whatever. It just had to be activated. It was supposed to be a protection spell, but...something went wrong.
[He swallows.]
So...a man was killed, and a city was burned down in retaliation.
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Not exactly.
[Picking at his cuticles, he sorts out the story in his head.]
We were all on, like, a diplomatic, goodwill trip in Nocwich. It's this other country. [Some...where. His grasp of Abraxan geography remains loose.] Anyway, a representative from each faction was supposed to meet with one of the leaders of this place, but they were attacked in the middle of the meeting. There was an attack on the castle the same night.
Thorne must have already been on alert, because messengers from the castle found us and gave us these cards that had a spell, like, written into it or whatever. It just had to be activated. It was supposed to be a protection spell, but...something went wrong.
[He swallows.]
So...a man was killed, and a city was burned down in retaliation.