![]() ![]() The only bard she’s ever liked was Lohse anyway. It’s all rather stupid, if Sebille’s to be honest. Newly christened as a Rivellonian legend, bards sing her song in multitudes. Now, a hero’s procession was to be held in her honour, by the grace of the Lady Divine. She was a murderer for a time, one who’s never quite learned true repentance-or at least, not in the way other people could understand. She was once a hushed whisper on the lips of the Lone Wolves, a vile warning to those who discarded too much of their humanity.
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