Part 713: Owain B

You bear an ominous mien, nemesis! Your face is as a rose-lit dawn wreathed in storm clouds of ebon dark!

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Where is it that calls you hence? What dark purpose spurs you on?! Is it the path of the fallen you walk, or the road to redemption?

I'm going to the storehouse because my things are there. And what's this about my mien, huh? Was that because I'm a woman? I don't need you penning heartsy-fartsy stuff about how lovely I am. If you have to go writing poems about me, they damned well better be war epics!

Geez, all right! Tough crowd... Look, let's try this again. I'll even speak normally.

I'd prefer if you didn't speak at-

Hey, Kjelle. You off to the storehouse to grab some gear?

...Why?

Lemme give you a hand!

Please don't.

Aw, come on. I can do a lot more than just name weapons, you know. I'm one of the best maintenance people in this whole camp. Just gimme a chance. Come on! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c-

*Sigh* ...I suppose it's better than leaving you idle to work mischief elsewhere.

Great! I mean, extremely condescending, but the end result? Still great.

Less talking, more walking. I'm eager to see these... talents of yours.

Brace yourself! I don't want you dying of shock at how impressed you'll be!