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[ It's the most horrible time of the year, and for once, Koltira is semi-lucid enough to say so. Sort of. The pain of long restraint muddies his thoughts; garbles his speech. His voice is thick, halting. He can't maintain coherent thought for long. ]

I have isolated myself in the woods. If you value your life--you will stay away.

[ HERE'S WHERE TO GO IF YOU DON'T VALUE YOUR LIFE ]

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Yeah, I guess that'd be hard.

[he can't even judge, he knew what was going to happen and still got kinda maimed last time]

Do you know... how long this lasts? Um, before it's safe to go out.

I don't think it's a real set time. A week, maybe more?

I'm tryin' to keep watch. I can let y'all know when the coast is clear.

That'd probably be helpful.

Don't, uh... get too close, though.

Heh. I already know that. I can watch from afar, so. Whatever.

And... are you okay?

Sure. I'm fine.

...Nah. I feel like shit. I ain't slept in awhile, and my head hurts.

But nothin' much to do about that.

[She hums softly, a sympathetic sound.]

I could keep you company, if that would help.

If you don't mind me bein' half-assed company than usual, then I think I'd greatly appreciate it.

I'm sure I've dealt with worse.

I'll be there with drinks in, like, five minutes.

Yeah, probably, but I guess I'm not used to be publicly in a foul mood.

Thanks. Drinks are nice, but it's better with a friend.

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