At the dawning of the sun, The Lady Winter strode through her forest and scowled. The null field still stood, and while it wouldn't stop her from doing what needed to be done, it was an inconvenience, and she didn't stand by and let those who inconvenienced her get away with it. The insult was dealt.
Secondus woke groggily at the shaking, and found one of his NPCs
standing in his tent, scowling. He squinted in the early morning light.
"I'm up, I'm up. What's this-- oh."
"You know what needs to be done."
"Yes, my Lady. And you need a witness, which means you need me."
She said nothing while he scrambled out of his sleeping bag and pulled
on his somewhat worse-for-wear storyteller garb, marking him to all
others that he was not to be messed with. When he was at last
presentable, he led her out of his tent--holding the flap for her fully
in-character--and hunted down those shelters from his party.
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