Oh yeah! Good ol' Hell-and-Yarn!

Man, if only we'd dealt with some Sunshine Asshole before. This feels so familiar, and I just can't put my finger on it...

Well, its verbs are gonna be was/were in a second!

||insane: when u clean ur desk there's room in your desk for objects

||at home i mean, I didn't get fired about my own missing comics

||I know we HAVE IT i'm the one who BOUGHT IT

God forbid women do anything.

||harding will never accept cooking criticism again

||I really need to read all my notifs before I reply

||Getting ahead of the Rat Monte Cristo Cancellation of 2025 I see

This betrayal cuts deep, Rook.

The Crows still look entirely unsure, but Harding offers only a firm nod and thanks the Maker that Mischief didn't turn their attention to the tavern - yet - as she dashes off after them.

"Alright, Mischief... where's a spirit go for fun in a town like this?"

Uh oh.

She raises a hand when Mischief's response only inspires further alarm. "It's fine!" She doesn't add 'I think.' Whatever's going on, the situation needs a vote of confidence. But she wishes Emmrich were around.

"Rook is... an expert in this kind of thing. He's got this."

"Hey... Rook? You doing okay over there?"

Lucanis has been stock-still for ten seconds. Ruby is... well, garnering some looks from Teia and Viago, for one.

||the hatred of orlais runs deep 😔😔😔😔