Veridia Round 9: Barracks

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Content warning: mild violence near the end, not what I personally consider graphic.



Jia: I s'pose this is it...




Jia: Are you Offa Truehand?

Offa: I certainly am, and I'm guessing you're the young woman Norweni told me to expect. Jia—am I saying that correctly? Ah, good. And don't bother with Truehand, wish that hadn't stuck, but no sense crying over spilt milk. Come this way.
( a minute from home, but i feel so far from it— )