((Continuation from Prompt: The More Things Change...))
Caedyn felt a supporting hand on her shoulder as she swayed, taking off her helmet. She was about to sally a joke with the charr at her side when her attention was caught by the green and purple sylvari doubled over in sobs. “Bear's balls, Zaree hurt?”
Even as the words left her mouth, Zaree and one of her brethren embraced with a laugh.
“Quite the opposite,” Callista assured her. “Mordremoth was telling her people they would die when he did.”
“Shit storms. I missed that intel. Shoulda kicked him in the nuts while I had the chance.”
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