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Red Snow
Dawn of the Second Day
The destruction of the Governor's Block, and the loss of life, knowledge and property that it entailed, was a thousand tragedies at once. The greatest tragedy of them right now as far as Red Snow is concerned, though, is the loss of her secure, well equipped dungeons. The cellar of the Plainsmen has been repurposed for the time being, and an armed guard of Red's most loyal soldiers have been keeping an eye on the surviving Immaculate bastard overnight while the Circle focuses on the immediate relief. When morning rolls around and the work turns from rescue to corpse recovery, Red finally finds the time to go have a quiet word with the prisoner. Exhausted, starving, eyes red and dry, armour coated in yesterday's blood, she finds River and Iskandr and brings them back to the tavern for a little stress relief. Her exact words.
Young Agnieska is taking her turn on guard duty when they arrive. Poor girl looks fit to collapse, but she still snaps off a salute when the commander arrives. This one will go far. Red lays a hand on her shoulder, thanks her, sends her upstairs with a breakfast order and a strict order that Agnieska herself is to have a proper breakfast and then go home to rest. The Dynast is on on the ground inside, wrists and ankles bound. He seems to be awake, but refuses to look up as they enter. Fucking rude. Red Snow strides acrross the room, delivering a nasty kick to the prisoner's chest and sending him sprawling.
"GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE!"
Dawn of the Second Day
The destruction of the Governor's Block, and the loss of life, knowledge and property that it entailed, was a thousand tragedies at once. The greatest tragedy of them right now as far as Red Snow is concerned, though, is the loss of her secure, well equipped dungeons. The cellar of the Plainsmen has been repurposed for the time being, and an armed guard of Red's most loyal soldiers have been keeping an eye on the surviving Immaculate bastard overnight while the Circle focuses on the immediate relief. When morning rolls around and the work turns from rescue to corpse recovery, Red finally finds the time to go have a quiet word with the prisoner. Exhausted, starving, eyes red and dry, armour coated in yesterday's blood, she finds River and Iskandr and brings them back to the tavern for a little stress relief. Her exact words.
Young Agnieska is taking her turn on guard duty when they arrive. Poor girl looks fit to collapse, but she still snaps off a salute when the commander arrives. This one will go far. Red lays a hand on her shoulder, thanks her, sends her upstairs with a breakfast order and a strict order that Agnieska herself is to have a proper breakfast and then go home to rest. The Dynast is on on the ground inside, wrists and ankles bound. He seems to be awake, but refuses to look up as they enter. Fucking rude. Red Snow strides acrross the room, delivering a nasty kick to the prisoner's chest and sending him sprawling.
"GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE!"