Natalie peers up curiously at the woman, as she rotates her tankard on the bartop.
"Life."
She laughs more at this, before taking another drink and studying a very interesting piece of wood. "Maybe the Garleans are right," she says with sudden seriousness, "Perhaps the twelve are nothing but a blight upon us."
She finishes her drink and slams it onto the countertop. "They've certainly never listened to my prayers."
"Life."
She laughs more at this, before taking another drink and studying a very interesting piece of wood. "Maybe the Garleans are right," she says with sudden seriousness, "Perhaps the twelve are nothing but a blight upon us."
She finishes her drink and slams it onto the countertop. "They've certainly never listened to my prayers."
