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[Bree'Dorian Armunn]

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* a hastily written note on Imryrr's note parchment has been shoved under Tarothin's study door in a noisy fashion, and then a quick knock once. If he is inside, he will note the sounds of light feet running away from the door and another door slamming. Imryrr can be then heard yelling, "you little wench!", from the opposite end of the hall. There is the familiar sound of metal being unsheathed.*


Papa,

Imryrr is mad that I helped you by helping Ralph. She's gone insane. She is going to beat me. She already hurt me but I got away.

Please help me, papa.


Bree'
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= Bree Armunn =

Song for Bree


"Even though Imryrr took more after myself, I predict that Bree will be able to shape the land through whispers in diplomats' ears..."
- Lord Tarothin Armunn