š- Safrona's FC is Morena Baccarin!
"So this is the one they call 'The Courier?" Dewitt commented as she looked at the photo. "She looks scared here."
"She was," Hershel Winston replied, as he sipped at his own glass of brandy. The bushy bearded guard adjusted his legs as he got more comfortable in his chair. "But I would be too."
Rachel frowned as she laid the photo back down on her desk. "I don't know what you think we do here Winston, but the Order is not exactly a missing persons bureau. You might have better luck with SI or your own group in just chasing down smugglers."
The guard shook his head. "Oh not ta worry, we know where she is and what she's up ta. It's what she got that had me concerned."
"Do tell."
The guard lifted up a box and set it down on the desk with an ominous clunk. "You know what to do?"
That clunk only lead to a stronger dread in her stomach as Dewitt eyed the box, she'd had some bad luck recently with deliveries like this. This was seeming very connected in the worse ways.
"Did you open it?"
"Aye."
"Was it an amulet?"
Winston smiled very grimly as he set a hand on the top of the box, giving an sarcastic affectionate pat to it's top. "Metal shouldn't move."
The captain leaned back in her chair with a very grim face as she steeple her hands in front of her face in thought. Hallowfall.
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