Katt Mumbles to Herself

Katt fiddles with her ring before tucking into breakfast. Barren Hold is thankfully silent and mostly empty
 
I hate people.
 
All people.
 
..Minor exceptions..
 
stabs apple piece Of all the…I mean…simple swiving tasks…That poor man was shit-scared. Still had the wherewithal to wrestle Corrin from under his table. He’s got stones, I’ll give him that. What in the thrice-damned Hells was Corrin doing under there anyway? And picking the lock? Top shelf diplomacy, that. sighs
 
He’ll be fine. The girl too. Too young to see her properly, but we can put a man there. Think Armin has a cousin out that way. Resources are tight, but never met a man yet turn down a little easy coin for keeping an eye out. They won’t remember anyway. Fuck me, that still stings. Like a regiment tromping through my head.
 
I would like to point out to who the Hells ever is handing out divine brownie points today that I did not sock the elf girl even though I totally should have. That whole scene…bright as day. “Your child is marked for death. Oh? You aren’t pleased by that? No slippers and cream for me? Well, I never! harumph” No easier the second time either. Who does that? No one without a major cruel streak. I wanted to grab her and shake some sense into that leaf-addled brain…“You’re a Druid! A person of authority to him! Flanked by soldiers of the Order! And you just condemned his only child to a terrible, slow, painful death. You don’t get to be offended!”
 
But I didn’t. Either time. Double points for me, please. I hate people. stuffs bread in mouth
 
(mimics Nysali) “Trust in the visions, my friend.” No…you trust in the visions. I’ll trust my eyes and my eyes say Nysali is off her nut this time. No way this group is anything but food for the Woods. And now off to Dawn Lake? They’ll never make it. Even if they get that far, they have to play his game. Something tells me they are going to make it a thousand times harder than need be.
 
Need a cigarette…haven’t had one all day.
 
She says I can’t go, but didn’t say anything about sending hints. Just hints though. I know his stupid rules. Never thought such a crackpot would be a stickler for rules, but there you go. Xylund’s boy has the box, so I’ll nudge him a bit. Hopefully Her Grace did as I asked. And hopefully they found my note. They need every scrap of aid they can get.
 
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(flops into bed and closes her eyes)
 
A wagon? Get real, kids. Wonder how long I can lay here till they leave….