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[Jon looks rough, and he sounds it, too. Under his beard, his face is mottled, and he rubs at the affected area occasionally as he talks. His voice is a low rasp.]
I am seeking my sister. You might know her as Alayne Stone. Girl with long dark hair, but might be that you can see the red in it.
She has been missing for several days. I fear that she is lost in the forest, or that someone has taken her, or —
I don’t know what to think. She is simply gone.
One other thing. It’s not so important as finding Sa— as finding Alayne.
Will you tell me what you’ve done for your curses? I’m having a bloody hard time even thinking of how to set things right with mine. [He rubs at his beard yet again.] Harder still when my mind is on my sister.
I am seeking my sister. You might know her as Alayne Stone. Girl with long dark hair, but might be that you can see the red in it.
She has been missing for several days. I fear that she is lost in the forest, or that someone has taken her, or —
I don’t know what to think. She is simply gone.
One other thing. It’s not so important as finding Sa— as finding Alayne.
Will you tell me what you’ve done for your curses? I’m having a bloody hard time even thinking of how to set things right with mine. [He rubs at his beard yet again.] Harder still when my mind is on my sister.