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[personal profile] miscreant 2014-01-22 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[She has no clue what to make of this man. One minute he is cheerfully optimistic, and in the next beat he recognizes that the world generally does not share his attitude.

Very different than the sort of company she usually keeps. She is used to the young and righteous crusaders, and those who let thirst for lawful retribution blind them to the world surrounding them. She considers him for a moment, shifting her weight to one foot over the other.]


Where did you come from?
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[personal profile] miscreant 2014-01-27 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Really.

[She peers a bit closer at him, even squinting just a bit. The human kingdoms and their strange politics fascinated her, even in death. She doesn't answer right away, obviously lost in her own thoughts and judgements.

Or maybe just deciding how to answer.]


I prefer to wander. Much of my time spent was in the Plaguelands, and Tirisfal.

[A beat passes, like she's debating whether or not to add on the obvious follow up of her own accord.]

Until recently.
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[personal profile] miscreant 2014-01-27 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Silvermoon. Also before its fall.

[That was about the extent of her memory, so she doesn't get into specifics.]
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[personal profile] miscreant 2014-01-27 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[A sigh momentarily escapes her, though whether its related to his stare or not...]

The idea that the Scourge may join us here is not an impossible one.

[After all, from her perspective, it seemed everyone who had arrived from Azeroth arrived before Deathwing came.]

We may yet find ourselves at the Lich King's mercy once more, with hundreds of people who know not of his reign.
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[personal profile] miscreant 2014-01-28 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
I would not say no, given the chance to kill him again.

[At the mention of Koltira, Bariyan earns himself a guarded glare, but nothing else.]

...I promise you, crusader. My wellbeing should be the absolute least of your concerns.

[But, he said he wasn't going to say anything, so she will leave him be.]
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[personal profile] miscreant 2014-01-28 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Seviilia gently shakes her head and shrugs one injured shoulder.]

Your grave, I suppose.

[His wave is answered with a small (but polite) incline of her head.]