A cafe in Ul'dah, early morning. The day after the events.
Anstarra, clothes a little rumpled from not having slept at home, in point of fact from having stayed at the estate where these things had transpired, stared at the words on the sheet. A small, cool part of her was amused at how she could have missed the commotion entirely, preoccupied as she'd been with one of the sweetest, kindest women she knew, who just happened to be a prominent Shroud Wolf.
The rest of her was seething with absolute fury.
"That stupid, pig-brained, thoughtless, talentless, unIMAGINABLE bitch."
Her fingers slowly destroyed the copy of the lantern, pulled it apart, then rent it into shreds mote by mote, working methodically, an exercise in control and concentration that was wholly designed to keep her from picking up her table and smashing it on something, or perhaps everything.
"How dare she. How DARE she slander them. All of them. That fucking worthless little cunt. How DARE she take it out on all of them. On Kiht. On NIHKA. This is THEIR Clan, how COULD she..!"
Anstarra spent several minutes thoroughly destroying the paper, until even the shreds were unrecognizable. Then she flung the mess into the wind, slapped coins on the table, and stalked out. No one got in her way. Thankfully.
She needed to kill something.
Anstarra, clothes a little rumpled from not having slept at home, in point of fact from having stayed at the estate where these things had transpired, stared at the words on the sheet. A small, cool part of her was amused at how she could have missed the commotion entirely, preoccupied as she'd been with one of the sweetest, kindest women she knew, who just happened to be a prominent Shroud Wolf.
The rest of her was seething with absolute fury.
"That stupid, pig-brained, thoughtless, talentless, unIMAGINABLE bitch."
Her fingers slowly destroyed the copy of the lantern, pulled it apart, then rent it into shreds mote by mote, working methodically, an exercise in control and concentration that was wholly designed to keep her from picking up her table and smashing it on something, or perhaps everything.
"How dare she. How DARE she slander them. All of them. That fucking worthless little cunt. How DARE she take it out on all of them. On Kiht. On NIHKA. This is THEIR Clan, how COULD she..!"
Anstarra spent several minutes thoroughly destroying the paper, until even the shreds were unrecognizable. Then she flung the mess into the wind, slapped coins on the table, and stalked out. No one got in her way. Thankfully.
She needed to kill something.
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