“I’m looking for a mongrel - black of fur, red eyes? I’ve heard it wanders these parts.”
Estelline looked up from packing her supply bags. It had been a long day in the Brume; twice a week she came to lend her skills to the people who lived there, and their injuries and illnesses seemed neverending. She never had fewer patients.
“No strays around here,” she answered, her face held carefully neutral. “Too cold down here for dogs to hang around.”
The stranger held her gaze for a moment, searching. Then, slowly, they turned and walked away, back up the steps toward the Knight.
Estelline returned to packing her bags.
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Headed toward the Vault and thinking fondly of how this was about the time Estelline entered the canon storyline.














