“I am not knowing how I got to this Volaire.” Her eyes dart around, observing the other tavern patrons. “You are being of the Draconian… but you are offering the helping? Not the attacking?”
She turns back to Storm and performs a brief, peculiar series of hand movements, then holds her fingers out, watching the Draconian expectantly.
=12.0pt“I am calling myself Nill.”

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