...who let him even use the network, honestly

[deconsecrate]

[ Travelers, remember when you were recently informed about a terrifyingly organized group of dragons? And how this information was imparted in a manner grave, suitably solemn and noble and stuff?

...this probably won't be anything like that, just as a precaution. ]

Not to interrupt anyone's plans for the evening, but--

[ Hawke does not have any of them fancy image-sharing skills, so you're all just going to have to take his word on this. ]

I probably should let someone know there's herd of dragons on the move here, making a terrible mess of the tournament-grounds between Rivergard & Westgard. Bit bigger than the last ones, although not as many! Thank the Maker for small favors.

Does anyone know what you call a venery of dragons, by the way? I've always wondered*.

*[ no he hasn't ]

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[gangstering]

Rules of possibility... That isn't. It's not just an off chance they'll choose someone I know. I have a classmate here. It's just... Peko is dead.

[Dead and gone, as far as he knows. Surely that puts her beyond their reach... doesn't it?]

[deconsecrate]

I don't think you'd be the first to have that particular impression shattered.

[ He sounds neutral enough, but ...he's been paying attention, and that idea alternately thrills and terrifies. What would he say, exactly, if the same thing happened to him? 'Sorry I failed you, but don't worry, Mother made sure to instill plenty of guilt'?

....possibly. Possibly he'd say exactly that. Oh. ]

[gangstering]

...they can bring the dead to this place?

[Is that what he's getting at? Even Kuzuryuu's mental voice almost trembles to put it to words. If Peko were here, alive again, if he could tell her the things he'd been too scared and stupid to say before.

It's an overwhelming thought, one that has his heart seizing to a stop painfully in his chest before it trips over itself to start beating once more.]

Can that really happen?