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[wanderinglost]

[WELCOME TO THE AZIM STEPPE. perhaps you're there from a different instance timeline, or perhaps not. either way, there's a warrior of light xaela here who is sitting on the edge of the Dawn Throne, legs dangling off the cliff as she looks down over the Dotharl land. She's pretty conflicted! she also is dressed like a weirdo, and barefoot. And there's a rapier at her side, embedded in the ground so she can draw it quickly without it getting in the way while she sits.]

What a right pain this all is... They'll have the next me's head for this.

[Or maybe you're elsewhere! Ibakha the Wanderer can end up anywhere, so go nuts if you have somewhere else you'd rather she be.]

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[wanderinglost]

[she stands.]

Are you so eager to court death?

[khansolo]

[He doesn't move, doesn't twitch, hands remaining perfectly still at his sides.]

But I already have. And I've won.

[wanderinglost]

Death is patient, fool. Only the Dotharl can escape it.

[khansolo]

[He makes a soft 'tch' behind the veil.]

Foolish notions for fools with foolish beliefs. The only thing that can escape death is death itself.

[wanderinglost]

[welp

that does it

she's drawing her sword now.]

I may not share my home with my people, but I will stand by them in spirit. An insult will be repaid with blood.

[khansolo]

[He might not be drawing his weapons yet, but he sure is baring his teeth in a grin.]

Good. It'll be yours.

[wanderinglost]

[well, okay

she's just right up in his face with a corps-a-corps now, aiming to slice him wide open.]