The Desk Of Knight Commander Norrington

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[limier]

[ A Marcher trying to delicate. How... curious, itself.

He was at Kirkwall when it fell. All the more reason to have this done with now, before an inglorious homecoming. ]

Thank you. I promise I shall not return him, [ With a broken writing hand? With secret orders to embezzle office supplies? Alright. So maybe she’s the one a little sore at what he’s been set to, ] Any worse for wear.

[ If Harriman does not belong in combat, clerking is an excellent solution — rationally, Wren knows this. But she's still grateful that Norrington cannot see her expression across the crystals. ]