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hero of ferelden, commander of the grey, arlessa of amaranthine, champion of redcliffe β all titles befitting a fierce and noble warrior. surely not the mud caked and wild brambles adorned woman that just walked straight into a tree. brigid nearly howled at the impact, but gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tightly as she gingerly touched the sore spot on her forehead.
"remind me again why we thought traipsing through the forest in the middle of the night was a good idea?" @rooksgambits















