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[[Xavia]]  One of my dearest friends with skin, if in fact it is possible for a necromancer to have friends.
 
[[Xavia]]  One of my dearest friends with skin, if in fact it is possible for a necromancer to have friends.
 
[[Alisha]]  So many whisperings.  From what I recall of you, you were not afraid of black magick.  I´ll make my own conclusions.
 
  
 
[[Steele]]  I´m beginning to think pot brownies are your foci.  If they aren´t...they should have been.  Wiser than your appearance suggests.
 
[[Steele]]  I´m beginning to think pot brownies are your foci.  If they aren´t...they should have been.  Wiser than your appearance suggests.

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Paige Mama's baby. Your innocent demeanor hides a scab.

Zara Ahh Miss Katz. What a lovely surprise, and one I am not likely to forget. Like a firework our time was brief but brilliant.

Monday I always hated Mondays. Apparently I like at least one of them.

Leigh My indispensable corporate lawyer. My apprentice. My darling. I am so happy to have you back from across the pond. Who said fraternization was taboo? Nothing is forbidden.

Eloise You may have even convinced yourself you mean well but either way, your hand upon the threads is weaving a new tyranny with yourself as its matriarch. We Dreamspeakers could have been content to commune with the spirits. Now we must commune with each other and the traditions. I will make sure my people are not steamrolled into the Sacred Order of Eloise.

Xavia One of my dearest friends with skin, if in fact it is possible for a necromancer to have friends.

Steele I´m beginning to think pot brownies are your foci. If they aren´t...they should have been. Wiser than your appearance suggests.

Alisha One should not break the rule of shade, but I fear that the council would use your death to justify the pyres to come for whoever earns their displeasure. This cannot be allowed to happen.

Vervane For all your melancholy, I sense a deeper wisdom.