[ The thought is sobering. Claire... will be the first to admit - to herself, not to anyone else - that she hadn't even thought quite that far ahead. But he's right, and that does make her wonder. About any perceived freedom. The supposed 'honor' of their presence.
All a bunch of bullshit, if you ask Claire. They've been drafted, no two ways about it from where she's standing. Or sitting, as it were. ]
Yeah, I hear you. I feel about ready to keel over. [ Not that she had any powers to lose - but the exhaustion is real. ] Name's Claire. I kill monsters.
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All a bunch of bullshit, if you ask Claire. They've been drafted, no two ways about it from where she's standing. Or sitting, as it were. ]
Yeah, I hear you. I feel about ready to keel over. [ Not that she had any powers to lose - but the exhaustion is real. ] Name's Claire. I kill monsters.
[ Don't worry Istredd, she's not a Witcher.
Yet. ]