Do I disturb you so much? [ Said in a smarmy tone with a smirk. Baw, cry more, Dean. Either way, Iorveth moves in to lean over Fenris and peer down at the notebook, ignoring the way Dean tries to keep it between them. It looks strange and unfamiliar, but the sigils seem much like things he'd seen Phillipa and other sorcoresses use. Strange. ]
It looks like something I've seen witches scrawl.
[ Are you a witch, Dean? The way Fenris pauses doesn't strike him as very odd. It's no surprise the language is foreign. ]
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It looks like something I've seen witches scrawl.
[ Are you a witch, Dean? The way Fenris pauses doesn't strike him as very odd. It's no surprise the language is foreign. ]