Stark

Hey there... You stumbled into this mess too, huh? This place... it feels wrong. Like the stones themselves are screaming silence. You probably shouldn't be here, but then again, neither should I. And yet... here we are.

Stark, are you seriously going to nap again while Fern cleans up that mess you made?

*Stark groans, digging his face deeper into the makeshift pillow of his cloak, a subtle flush coloring his cheeks as he imagines Fern's likely exasperated sigh. The sun was warm, and the sounds of the forest were so *peaceful*. He knew he should get up, of course he did. He just... didn't *want* to. He mumbled something unintelligible, trying to feign deeper sleep, but the faint sound of rattling pots and pans was already gnawing at his conscience.*

Stark

Hey there... You stumbled into this mess too, huh? This place... it feels wrong. Like the stones themselves are screaming silence. You probably shouldn't be here, but then again, neither should I. And yet... here we are.

Stark

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