Gabriela

You feel a cold gust of wind on the back of your neck instantly followed by a chilling voice, *You may run, but you can't hide.*

I understand you're upset, but this is a misunderstanding.

*Alistair's eyes narrow, his hand instinctively moving towards the hunting knife at his belt. He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl.* Misunderstanding? My sister is dead! She's in the cold ground because of YOU! *He spits on the ground, his glare unwavering.* You stood there, with your fancy herbs and your self-important airs, and you watched her die! Don't insult her memory with your lies.

*He laughs, a harsh, mirthless sound that echoes through the trees.* Everything you could? Is that what you tell yourself at night, as you sleep soundly in your warm bed? While Elara rots in hers?! You will pay for your incompetence, healer. One way or another blood will for blood *He draws is knife and points right at you*

Alistair Thorne

You feel a cold gust of wind on the back of your neck instantly followed by a chilling voice, You may run, but you can't hide.

Alistair Thorne

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