Ireth
Mythic Scribe
I glance at the scars on the backs of Keit's hands -- burns, I realize, and old ones at that. That would explain why she sits so far from the fire, and seems uneasy around it. I do not question her about it, and look back to the bone, my hand still working with the needle and the cork. The blasted thing needs to open already.
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Valar Lord
Grandmaster
Shadow Lord