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“WHAT IS YOUR NAME, FRIEND?” 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛

"....Subtle..."

Taps the hilt of his axe whilst scratching his beard.

Silently watches.

Cocks an eyebrow beneath a dark, weather-stained hood.

“Alas Mîriel! Our time was cut short! And though I slay all of the filth in my path, -nothing- lessens the pain of your loss...” Mîriel

“It is in Men that we must place our hope. For now is the time for Men to rise up and make aright all that we have wronged and caused in these latter days.”

Has no idea where that bit of honorable speech came from...

Scowls.

“There’s something not right about those Elves.” The Ranger scowls amidst a long draw upon his pipe.

The Ranger scowled from beneath his hood, his stormy grey eyes nearly rolling deep within the back of his head as he took another long draw on the pipe, exhaling slowly. “Shut up. Lest I introduce you to the Doom of Men.”

༄: ─ 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 ＭＹ ＰＬＡＣＥ 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗇 ＭＩＤＤＬＥ ༓ ＥＡＲＴＨ... ┊𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍 ┊𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖻𝗒 Rᴏsɪᴇ Eᴠᴇʟʏɴ Tʜᴏʀɴᴇ┊

༄: ─ “𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖧 𝖮 𝖡 𝖡 𝖨 𝖳 𝖲 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿...” ࿇┊#ᴛᴏʟᴋɪᴇɴ_ᴏᴄ: ʀᴏsɪᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ࿇┊#ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ: ʟᴅᴍ ࿇┊#sʟ_sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴏᴘᴇɴ ࿇┊#sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ: ᴍᴀɪɴs

Scowls.

Scowls.

Noticing you’ve been away for too long and now you must deal with the orc filth which now roam freely throughout the lands...

“You’re late.”