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“Course she’s human. What else would she be?”
“It’s not that bloody difficult, mate - Lisara. Emberdust. She’s lying twice every time she says her name, we both know it, and you - no, no no no, don’t you dare die, answer the question!”
“Nah, got a history lesson scheduled that I’m not missing for the world - with a historian, you idiot.“
“So, according to my very reliable and completely not-your-business sources, there’s a blue dragon over in the Hinterlands that apparently hasn’t figured out that the Nexus War ended for-bloody-ever ago. And according to that source, whom you needn’t know about save that they’re rich and powerful and never wrong, proof of said blue dragon’s death would be paid for very handsomely. Up for the task?”
“Lady Emberdust is a distinguished member of his Majesty’s court, and it would be entirely uncouth of me to say anything untoward concerning her to a ruffian such as yourself. That said, she’s a freaky bitch I’m pretty sure is actually an Old God or a demon or… something. I don’t know. And that’s the worst part, yeah?”
“How should I know? She’s just my history teacher.”
“Don’t let the pretty dresses and fine words blind you, darling. There’s a monster lurking beneath her skin.”
“She’s a puppetmaster - one of those people who pulls strings and runs empires you and I can’t see lurking beneath our feet. She’s old, too, to be so sneaky about it. Arthas flaunts his kingdom, with only the cultists keeping quiet, but her - Lissy - she doesn’t do that, for some reason. She’s sitting on a throne, but I can’t figure out who the subjects are.”
“Bloody red lips seem to be the new fashion these days…”
“Who’s Xarentia?”
