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Rolled 13, 8 = 21 (2d13)
Morning has not brought an improvement in everyones situation, nor does fresh brewed coffee and extra kit accrue to everyone. Sometimes, you wake up and marvel that you are still alive and it is all the joy you get.
A woman with a hard face and very cold eyes stares down the captives in this section. A man by her side moves with an practiced ease, despite the armor. The Windsworn around them give them space. Whether from fear or respect? Hard to tell.
