>>6161090>>6161092>>6161181>>6161185>>6161405lotsa anons learned from their moms, I see.
>>6161087You turn to regard the others, but the choice, at least in this case, is easy enough.
“Let’s start with the one I will hate,” you reply, allowing yourself a grin. The Asterite has already gotten on your nerves many times, you think you can take one more. “I am already feeling quite sick, so I may be in the best position to listen.”
Sandora chuckles, shakes her head.
“Who knew I would find the one Knight who has a sense of humour,” she states, then stands up again and walks back and forth. “There forces at work here which go beyond our pay grade.”
“We are not doing this to deepen our pockets,” Rubida intervenes. “And I say this as the one who is most responsible for what your ilk would call wealth.”
“It was merely a figure of speech — something that goes beyond what we are supposed to do.”
“Like in the Well…” Soralisa adds, her fingers trembling.
“Which confirms the information I was given. Hence, why I could propose to involve the one player that has not been involved in this gathering of Powers.” She starts to count on her fingers. “We have seen the Seven Sisters involved, so far — then the Throne. Our dearest Argia surely counts for her homeland, and I hope I still count for my one, which leaves out…”
In a flash of insight you understand what she is going to propose.
Oh, you don’t exactly — hate it — it’s like her words are exchanging the blood in your veins for molten iron. You fear where this is going.
“What does she mean?” Willow asks.
[cont.]
Oh, Willow, you sweet Strander child... 