un: starburst, toward the end of this arc.

[valeas]

( Emilia di Carlo has seen better days, by the look of her. Her battle leathers are torn, soot and cuts still on her face — but she doesn't give in to the exhaustion just yet, nor the bile in her throat. First, she addresses the people of Alem, dignified and resolute. )

Prince Haiva sacrificed himself and leaves his sister, the young Cle-Florens, spared.

I was witness.

( A pause, then, as she allows that to sink in. )

Hell is sealed.

You fought with valor so others might live. I'm glad to have fought beside you, and will remember your fallen just the same.

If you've yet to evacuate, the time is now. Hassir awaits.

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[valeas]

Sooner rather than later.

( The agreement comes after the bulk of her fury has fizzled out, in its place a grim and necessary composure, steel beneath the surface. ) I don't know where we'll head to next, but for now, the monastery will have us.

[traaaaaash]

[ Well, Eda isn't going to touch that with a ten-foot pole. She doesn't know Emilia very well, exactly, so she's not gonna ask about whatever exactly happened. ]

I'm sure one of our usual companions will have an idea.

[valeas]

The Merchant will make himself known again, more like.

[traaaaaash]

Yep. Or the grumpy lady.

[valeas]

I'd prefer that, actually.

( Wretched though Karsa can be, Emilia is admittedly quite fond of her. )