I landed in a different Vallo some months ago. It looked like this Vallo but darker. The buildings were dilapidated, the food in scarce supply. I had my first introduction to mythical creatures of the "definitely want to kill you" variety and learned how to apply my embroidery skills to stitch up wounds when there were no better medical options around. Eloise joined me there before we both wound up here.
[...] And that is a cruel joke, Your Grace. One I would not care for you to make again.
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