The pair of Ishgardian sentries led Warren to a small medical facility. The air inside was as chilled the outside and had he not been in the throes of shock and terror he might have caught on to why that would have been.
"Found her in the early morning a ways from here." The talkative guard gestured vaguely out into the hills past Whitebrim proper. "Exposure, most likely." The quiet one showed them to a table with a small white bundle on it, perhaps five fulms long. Beside it rested a spear, basic in its creation. He gave Warren a grim look before reaching down with deft hands and removing the top layer of the wrappings from the woman's head.
Warren blinked back tears as the realization of what might have been transpiring weighed fully on his mind. Whatever confidence he'd imagined he had built up had been annihilated by the abruptness with which things had developed. Words of ill intention sat whispering, biding their time in the quiet roar of his hearing.
The guard's work revealed a miqo'te female, young. Warren's eyes frantically searched, taking in her appearance and not understanding at first how this woman could look so differently from how he remembered Sei. Confusion carried over and he looked to the guard with his mouth open, but before he could say anything the guard grimaced and replaced the wrappings.
"You're wasting our time if you don't know who she is," the speaking one said. The attitude in the air changed suddenly, all at once. "Get out." Warren took a step back as his mind raced.
That's not her that isn't Sei she's not here she's alive she's-
"OUT!" Hands moved to spears and Warren stumbled out into the snow, eyes squinting with the abrupt change from darkened room to bright afternoon. He cast a look over his shoulder as the guards stared him down, moving back to their posts but not before securing the door they had led him through.
She died in the same way? She didn't have on armor, she wasn't an adventurer, she looked like a girl.
He tried to get his thoughts in order but didn't appreciate the way he was being watched suddenly. His hand clenched and reached for his sword, absent.
"Ser Castille. My apologies for being late. I shall join in Whitebrim by sundown." The words spoke calmly and collectedly into his ear, jumping again at the sudden sound of words not his own. He pressed a hand to his ear and pulled the hood of the cloak up over his face.
"Cot- Crofte." He corrected himself and took a look around his surroundings. "Good to hear from you. Don't tarry; It gets colder once the sun drops away."
"Found her in the early morning a ways from here." The talkative guard gestured vaguely out into the hills past Whitebrim proper. "Exposure, most likely." The quiet one showed them to a table with a small white bundle on it, perhaps five fulms long. Beside it rested a spear, basic in its creation. He gave Warren a grim look before reaching down with deft hands and removing the top layer of the wrappings from the woman's head.
Warren blinked back tears as the realization of what might have been transpiring weighed fully on his mind. Whatever confidence he'd imagined he had built up had been annihilated by the abruptness with which things had developed. Words of ill intention sat whispering, biding their time in the quiet roar of his hearing.
The guard's work revealed a miqo'te female, young. Warren's eyes frantically searched, taking in her appearance and not understanding at first how this woman could look so differently from how he remembered Sei. Confusion carried over and he looked to the guard with his mouth open, but before he could say anything the guard grimaced and replaced the wrappings.
"You're wasting our time if you don't know who she is," the speaking one said. The attitude in the air changed suddenly, all at once. "Get out." Warren took a step back as his mind raced.
That's not her that isn't Sei she's not here she's alive she's-
"OUT!" Hands moved to spears and Warren stumbled out into the snow, eyes squinting with the abrupt change from darkened room to bright afternoon. He cast a look over his shoulder as the guards stared him down, moving back to their posts but not before securing the door they had led him through.
She died in the same way? She didn't have on armor, she wasn't an adventurer, she looked like a girl.
He tried to get his thoughts in order but didn't appreciate the way he was being watched suddenly. His hand clenched and reached for his sword, absent.
"Ser Castille. My apologies for being late. I shall join in Whitebrim by sundown." The words spoke calmly and collectedly into his ear, jumping again at the sudden sound of words not his own. He pressed a hand to his ear and pulled the hood of the cloak up over his face.
"Cot- Crofte." He corrected himself and took a look around his surroundings. "Good to hear from you. Don't tarry; It gets colder once the sun drops away."
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