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Sorry for shit quality, I play on xbox rn, but yeah here she is in-game, with her horse as a bonus. The horse’s name is Earl Grey because she’s a prissy rich lady

cute little sketchy Ravenna doodle

wild huh? For once I actually colored it. I may even add, like, depth or something. Anyway, isn’t Ravenna just the cutest?

Vampires Don’t Shiver

An in-depth headcanon about Skyrim Vampirism explained through a clip of dialogue I wrote between Ravenna and Kaidan while they waited for Inigo outside Langley’s hut. While egg gathering outside Langley's house, Ravenna and Kaidan were attacked by a wandering vampire, and Ravenna, afterwards, expresses great confusion about what the vampire was even doing so far up on a frigid mountain like that. Kaidan, who has spent his life believing vampires to be immune to the effects of cold weather, asks her to elaborate. Ravenna explains that vampires are, indeed, resistant to the cold, but not immune to it. "There's an important difference between our bodies and yours," she doesn't really notice the slip-up, but frankly neither does Kaidan, and if he does he assumes it's a hypothetical thing, "a human's body warms up when it moves, so you can stave off cold by moving or shivering. Vampires’ bodies don't warm up at all, and they don't shiver. In fact, vampires don't actually feel the cold, only the effect it has on them after prolonged exposure. Their blood will freeze inside their veins and they won't really notice until their muscles start getting frozen as well. Even then, usually the only indicator is that their joints and muscles become stiff and difficult to move because they need to thaw out. A vampire could feasibly become frozen up on a mountain like this and be stuck in limbo forever if no one found them and thawed them. A place like this is dangerous for a lone vampire to be hunting. The only thing that might motivate one to stay in an area like this is a highly populated location nearby that could provide them with a long-term source of blood. It would still be safer for them to settle in a den or something with other vampires though, rather than roughing it by themselves - and maybe that one wasn’t, so we should be watchful on the way back." Kaidan respects her knowledge. They find the last egg and she almost falls out of a tree getting it.

Discovering that Ravenna is the Dragonborn

     The group flees Riften in a hurry, and on the road to Whiterun, they catch Inigo up to speed - The Vigil of Stendarr are a holy order who hunt vampires and daedra worshippers, Ravenna is a blood-hungering creature of the night, they all saw a dragon in Helgen on the way to Riften, et cetera, et cetera. Inigo makes a comment that when he’d first met Ravenna, she hadn’t been a vampire, and it only serves to further solidify that the person he shot at could not have been her. Inigo and Lucien get acquainted quickly, and it isn’t long before the journey to Whiterun is backlit by their enthused chatter.

       When they arrive in Whiterun, they rush out to Dragonsreach immediately to figure things out with the Jarl, and to warn him about the dragon they’d seen. For their trouble, they are promptly sent out to Bleak Falls Barrow, in search of a stone tablet for the Jarl’s derogatory court wizard. They trek out to the Barrow, which they quickly discover to be infested with bandits, draugr, and a giant frostbite spider that tears half Ravenna’s shirt and sleeve off before they can kill it, leaving her with a giant, gaping wound on her upper arm and shoulder. ”Will you be alright?” Inigo asks her after the dust settles, “Can you drink potions?” ”Not potions of healing, but vampires heal quickly away from sunlight,” Ravenna replies, “I’ll be fine.”

    They traverse through the Barrow, slaying draugr, avoiding traps, and even using them to their own advantage on occasion, and, finally, they arrive at the last room in the tomb. Despite Kaidan’s suggestion that the puzzle door they entered through may have been meant to keep something in, rather than keep them out, everything is fine as the four of them investigate the room for the Dragonstone. Until it isn’t. Ravenna has no idea what happens. Inigo checks up on the platform first as the rest of the group scatters, all of them looking anywhere other than the great iron sarcophagus in the middle of the room, and, unfortunately, coming up empty-handed. They all know what has to happen. They have to break that iron sarcophagus open if they want their quarry, but as they all walk up those stairs, that’s when she starts to hear the chanting. From there, everything fogs up. Strange new information is forcibly wrestled into her mind, and there is no pain, not in the physical sense, but it is painful in how it makes her mind feel enfeebled and overloaded with information and sensory input. The sensation reminds her of when she’d been young and human and sick, and trying to move or stand too fast would make her vision go dark and send the blood rushing through her head, only this is much, much more intense. When her vision finally clears, she realizes for the first time that she had lost it in the white haze of whatever just happened. She looks down to see if her knees gave like they used to when she got those head rushes, but she is still upright, thank god. The sarcophagus cracks open just as her ears stop ringing, and the lid hits the ground with a loud bang.

     Ravenna stops them on their way out of the Barrow, despite the bright light of day. "Stop, stop," Ravenna says when they reach the edge of the river that runs through these woods and past Riverwood, "I need a moment. Let me get the viscera off my face." "Very good, then" agrees Lucien. "Take your time," chimes Inigo. Kaidan sits next to her when Ravenna kneels down and pulls her gloves from her hands. "What happened back there?" he asks quietly, "When you looked at that word wall, it was like you fell into a trance." "So that did happen. And I take it you didn’t hear any chanting, or see lights coming off the runes?" "Uh, no. All I knew about those word walls is that they're used as some sort of memorial. Never heard about them being magic. But it's clearly had an effect on you, are you feeling alright?" In the background, Lucien and Inigo are chatting about their times in Cyrodiil. "I don’t know. I’ll probably be fine, but that was... I’m not sure what that was. I have studied magic so much, for so long, yet not in my earliest memories of my studies have I seen anything like it mentioned in any essay, tome, or other arcane text," Ravenna admits as she brings the water up to her face, pausing to finish speaking before washing away the blood. "No one expects you to go figure it out overnight either. Take it easy if you need, I'd rather that than let some old magic scramble your brains."

     The Jarl appreciates them rushing straight back to Whiterun with the Dragonstone so much he sends them to fight a dragon. Look, not everyone is as excited as Inigo, Lucien thinks warily. This whole thing is getting a little crazy for him - it was already crazy, watching Ravenna drink blood from the throat of an orcish bandit in the Rift was crazy enough for him. But they go, even though they’re sleep-deprived, filthy, and sore. As much as the Imperial scholar is eager for the scholastic opportunity, he also really doesn’t want to die, and this feels like it could be their hand-deliverance to doom. That is, until they not only defeat the dragon, but truly kill it as well, like, permanently. This, however, brings with it other complications. Ravenna seems to have - completely unintentionally - consumed the dragon’s soul. Her eyes are like saucers, the poor girl looks horrified at what’s happening to her. Lucien can’t blame her, he’d probably panic too if something like this was happening to him and he couldn’t control it. He has a lot of questions he thinks they probably both would like answered, but at least one person in their ragtag little group seems excited about this. Surprisingly, it’s Kaidan, the least excitable person Lucien has maybe ever met, who seems tentatively excited to perhaps be traveling with the first Dragonborn in two centuries. But they can’t conclusively call her Dragonborn yet - this whole situation is confusing enough without people putting labels in places they don’t belong.

     They all talk about it more extensively in the inn that evening over dinner, after they’ve all had the chance to bathe and wind down a little more. They’ve all agreed to keep Ravenna’s hours, since traversing in the daylight weakens her so, and for that reason they all opt to stay up longer after the dragon fight, until earlier in the morning so that they can move out for High Hrothgar closer to evening. They mostly just end up talking in circles, though, with no one ultimately being able to come up with any solid idea of what may be going on.      Inigo is worrying for Ravenna. Maybe the soul itself didn’t harm her, but the look on her face when she took it in told him something had to be wrong. He has not known her long, but Ravenna has already shown herself to be a person of both confidence and valor. It is not an image that aligns with the confusion and fear he saw on her face.      Whether he should feel concerned, or relieved that the presumed Dragonborn is also a vampire, Kaidan cannot be sure, but either way he certainly is in awe of the revelation. To be traveling alongside the Dragonborn is a great honor, assuming Ravenna really is. For his part, Kaidan feels plenty convinced - if the soul rushing into her like that at the watchtower wasn’t proof enough, the shout she’d performed shortly after at the prodding of the Whiterun guards certainly had been. Kaidan had been standing behind her, but he could still feel the very reality around them reacting to her voice. It also makes him worried - Ravenna has been a good, even exemplary person for much of the short time he’s known her, but she’s still a vampire and could still be hiding her true nature from him and the others. He finds it admittedly difficult to reconcile the image of a villainous, blood-thirsting creature with the woman he saw stamp her feet at a shitheaded Riften guard, and talk Inigo off the course of suicide, but he makes himself stay wary of her anyway. He notes that she’s been anxious since she absorbed the soul, but finds he can’t bring himself to comment on it.

The Morning Before we go to High Hrothgar

     Ravenna drapes herself over Kaidan's giant shoulders. "Good morning," she murmurs, still sounding sleepy. Kaidan isn't surprised, she usually sleeps longer than everyone else; always the last one up. "How are you doing," she asks. "I'm doing alright. How are you holding up?" "Still sleepy," she says, drawing out the 'e' in her amorous voice. "I don't doubt that," says Lucien, "Don't you normally sleep for, what, ten hours a night? Do vam-" "Shhh!" Ravenna and Kaidan hiss at him simultaneously. "We don't need all of Whiterun learning so much about my private life, Lucien," Ravenna scolds. Lucien makes a face like he's just stepped in something unpleasant. "Right, sorry." “Wha ah ee ahin ahouh?” Inigo asks through the sweetroll in his mouth as he makes his way over to the group from the bar counter. “Inigo, darling, it’s rude to speak with your mouth full,” Ravenna chastises, resting her cheek on Kaidan’s head. Inigo chomps down on his bite of sweetroll, and hastily chews and swallows it. “What are we talking about?” He asks again, occupying the last empty seat at the table and already going in for another bite of his sweetroll.

Visiting High Hrothgar/Ustengrav

     During the climb up to High Hrothgar, they visit all the shrines along the way, and as Ravenna reads out the text, Lucien and Inigo act out the events described on them, which takes a lot away from the whole experience in Kaidan’s opinion. Still, a small part of him appreciates it. The whole reason they’ve started this is because he mentioned in passing that he was interested in visiting the shrines, and Ravenna immediately insisted they do exactly that. Things turn a lot more serious when they arrive at the temple. The Greybeards look over all of them, and ask the prospective Dragonborn to step forward. Ravenna seems focused on the one who speaks to her, but Kaidan catches a few near-smiles on the crowd of monks, like they’re withholding their mirth at some joke only they are aware of.      For the second time, Kaidan feels that strange agitation that permeates the very reality around them as the Greybeards prompt her to speak to them, but the experience of being near her when she shouts is so different from when the Greybeards do it. Where her shouts are a faint shiver, the Greybeards hardly whisper and the reality around them seems to flinch at their voices. Just being allowed to witness this is more than worth the climb they made to get here, and worth sitting through all of Lucien and Inigo’s singing on the way up. Speaking of Inigo and Lucien, the two of them have finally fallen silent, in favor of watching Ravenna’s training. Inigo is grinning, and the way he holds his closed fist over his muzzle is a bit telling. Kaidan can tell the Khajiit is barely holding back the urge to cheer for her. Lucien  is smiling too, but, ever the scholar, there’s a focus in his eyes that suggests he’s more happy to be observing. Afterwards, the Greybeards challenge her to enter an ancient tomb they call Ustengrav, in search of the horn of Jurgen Windcaller.      They stay in Ivarstead for one more day before they leave for Ustengrav, which is all the way up in Morthal. The journey there is sloughed in rain and snow, and they have to make innumerable stops on the route to Dawnstar just to warm up and make sure none of them are frostbitten. There is already a campfire set up from one of these stops when the sun rises, and now that everyone is living on Ravenna's nocturnal schedule, they decide to just camp out where they are; it's a good spot, anyhow. Of course, because nothing can be easy, they run into problems immediately; namely that Ravenna is the only person who thought to bring a tent. "When I came to Skyrim I hadn't exactly expected to do much tent camping, alright?" Lucien defends. "I lost many of my possessions when I volunteered myself to the Riften jailhouse," Inigo admits. "I had a tent and camping supplies, but they were left behind when the Thalmor kidnapped me, and I've not yet had the chance to recover them," Kaidan explains. So they'll all have to squeeze into Ravenna's one tent, looks like. They discuss sleeping arrangements. "I can stay in the far corner, away from the three of you," Ravenna offers, "Since my body isn't warm it could be dangerous for the rest of you while we're so far North." "Nonsense!" Declares Inigo, "My fur keeps me comfortable in this kind of weather, you can lay next to me if you like." "I'm afraid I've got poor circulation, so perhaps it'd be better for me to be next to Inigo as well," says Lucien. Everyone turns to Kaidan. "Do you have a preference?" Ravenna asks him. "I do," says Kaidan, "But it's not any of the three of you. I'll not sleep next anybody." "Are you sure that will be safe?" asks Inigo. "I've traveled alone in colder weather," Kaidan says firmly. "Whatever you say," Lucien dismisses in a tone of voice that says he isn't falling for Kaidan's bullshit.      Nobody wants to dress for bed out in the cold, so they all do it inside the tent. Ravenna puts on her nightdress over her regular dress and pulls the regular dress off from underneath in a humorous tangle of cloth while Lucien changes his shirt normally, then puts his coat on and fastens it to keep covered while he switches his pants. Kaidan waits outside, shedding only his plate armor and leaving his gambeson on, not bothering with actual sleepwear. Inigo currently owns no sleepwear, so he strips down to just his regular pants, and borrows an overshirt from Lucien. They manage to get all this figured out without kicking or elbowing each other too much, and then all three of them stick just their heads and arms out of the tent to beckon Kaidan in with exaggeratedly seductive movements and language, like some sort of many-headed succubus-hydra thing. Kaidan tries very hard not to laugh, but can't keep himself from chuckling at the lot of them.      They get up and get on the move again the next morning, only stopping briefly in Dawnstar to warm up and eat at the inn before they move out, keeping up until they make it all to Ustengrav, pushing through most of the giant tomb in just a matter of hours. Then they get to the end. “What the actual fuck,” Ravenna hisses out as she pulls something from the sarcophagus. “What is it?” Lucien asks. “Is something wrong?” Queries Inigo. Kaidan just looks on with narrowed eyes as Ravenna turns, glaring down at an unfolded sheet of parchment. “Someone else came here and took it already,” she says resentfully, “the note is only signed as being from a ‘friend.’ They’ve invited us to the Sleeping Giant inn, all the way in fucking Riverwood. We’re being yanked around Skyrim on a Gods-damned bootlace!”      She offers the letter to her party to examine, and everyone expresses varying degrees of discontent.

Visiting Rosewood Manor/Meeting Viggo

     It's been a long road to Ustengrav, and Ravenna is about fed up with it by the time they get back out. With arms filled by only disappointment and a mysterious letter and no horn to speak of, the four adventurers trudge back to Dawnstar for some decidedly necessary time to process and decompress. Ravenna makes sure to take a bath at the inn that lasts nearly an hour, and she comes out with her hair tied half-up, smelling of roses and lilies. Lucien ducks into the backroom of the inn right after her for his own bath, and Ravenna sits down in a far corner of the inn, experimenting with her magic while she listens to Inigo hum along to the awful singing of the innkeepers daughter. Kaidan, who had been sat at the bar, shuffles over to check out what she's doing, and maybe get a better grasp of her character, after the young boy who lives in the inn takes notice of it and asks Ravenna to turn him invisible (which she only pretends to do).

"What have you been getting up to over here?" he asks.

"Playing with light refraction to see how it affects my illusion spells," she says, too focused on her work to notice the awkwardly vacant expression that washes over Kaidan's face. He exchanges glances with Inigo for help, but the Khajiit shrugs unhelpfully. Ravenna pretends she doesn’t notice any of this interaction from her seat between the two of them.

"Go on," he says slowly, unsure of himself.

"Well, doing this is quite tricky, but it seems like this method could reduce the magicka cost on illusion casting exponentially- I just need to refine the method a little bit." Kaidan tries very hard not to show how utterly lost he is as he nods along. "Yeah, of course," he tries. Ravenna suddenly drops her hands, her spell fading from her fingertips. She turns to look at him.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you Kaidan." She is not asking. "Not a damn clue," he admits, "It's interesting to hear you talk about it though-”  “It’s a curse! It has to be! I - “ a woman across the inn breaks down before a priest of Mara, and suddenly, Ravenna gets tangled in someone else's weird drama and they end up leaving early and moving to finish recuperating at Ravenna's family manor.      Rosewood manor is a distant home on the border of Falkreath, the Reach just past its backyard. The home itself is large and equipped, with a showroom and training space in a separate building, a forge outside between that and the main house, a lovely outdoor kitchen for entertaining guests, and a study that is already covered in Ravenna's magical resources - journals aplenty have been filled in her handwriting over the years. She tours them through the home, shows them the balconies, archery perch, her own room in case they need help finding their way around, and anything else she can imagine they might need. They do have to discuss who stays where in the house, as there are two guestrooms in the main wing of the house and a last guest space in the loft of the master bedroom where Ravenna herself will stay; the space is cramped and seems like it was added in almost as an afterthought, and Inigo decides to volunteer for that space, being the smallest of the three men, and certainly the most comfortable with Ravenna so far, despite being the newest addition to their travelling company. Once that is figured out however, Ravenna retires for the day almost immediately after showing them around. It's nearly 2 in the afternoon already, and she still has to bathe, so as her three companions retreat to the other wing of the house for the day, they all expect not to see her again for several long hours.      "AAAAAAH!!!!" Ravenna shrieks from somewhere upstairs, the sound accompanied by a loud thud. Inigo, Lucien, and Kaidan collectively waste no time rushing upstairs from where they had been reclining in her exuberant living room - and in Lucien's case, the kitchen, to see what exactly is amiss. When they start up the spiral staircase, they see the beginnings of why she is in such distress. When she gave them a tour of her family's manor earlier, the mannequin at the very top of the stairs had been, in fact, at the top of the stairs. Now, however, it seems to have relocated itself to block the doorway into the master bedroom. Ravenna's hair is still wet, and the floral scents of her soaps and perfumes waft into the stairwell from the room behind her. She's wearing only a short, blue silk nightgown - like she's about to go to bed, which she probably is. The whole scene paints a fairly clear picture of what's happened, leaving only one question unanswered.

"Uhm, how did that mannequin get there?" Lucien asks Ravenna, who is breathing heavily. Inigo flicks his tail curiously and scrunches his face. "Something smells off in here," he says, and it seems to be all the khajiit really has to add for the moment as his head swivels around, searching for answers. Kaidan is looking over Ravenna first, the room second, joining Inigo in his search for answers, though probably not seeking the same answers as their feline ally about the vampiress. Their view is quickly blocked off, however, by a herculean man with long salt-and-pepper hair and beard, both combed and braided meticulously to keep them out of his face. He towers over the scene, standing at what must be almost 9 feet tall, maybe taller, and the finery he wears is uniform, like something you might expect to see on the chief housecarl of a noble house. His skin is deathly pale, in a way that echoes Ravenna’s paleness. Putting it plainly, he looks as if he could be her father, other than the drastic difference in their stature.

“What have I taught you, Little Bird, about how to behave when an enemy has caught you off guard?” He asks. His voice is low, and deep; his tone, authoritative and commanding. The accent he speaks in is not the more current, modern Nordic accent, but instead an ancient ancestor to the modern Nordic accent.

“Never let them know how surprised I truly am,” Ravenna answers back with a huff as she pulls herself off the ground, “As if any intruder in the estate could ever get past you, Viggo.” Viggo’s lips quirk briefly, the barest hint of a smile he’s likely to offer his student while her allies are present. He glances back at her party, not to look at them exactly, but as a cue to Ravenna. “You have chosen your allies well. As soon as they believed you were in danger they came running.”

“If you’d like to speak to them, they are right there,” Ravenna replies flatly.

“Indeed, forgive me for being so inhospitable,” he replies like he isn’t going to do it again for the next group of so-called friends she takes up with, before finally turning to face Ravenna’s allies.

“Come, a lady’s bedchamber is no place to conduct introductions,” he instructs, moving the mannequin and herding them all back into the living room. Nobody dares raise an argument with him, and they all settle into the living area, including Ravenna, who seems to be the only one really at ease with him in the room. Even the usually jovial and unflinching Inigo is abnormally rigid.

     “Well met,” Viggo says, in a tone that suggests this meeting is quite the opposite, “I am Viggo Eskildsen, housecarl and steward to Ravenna and the Rosewood estate.” He looks at them all expectantly.

“Err, good to meet you?” Inigo tries, regaining his confidence as he continues, “I am called Inigo. I am grateful to be considered welcome here, in my friend’s home.” This seems to appease Viggo, more or less, and the hulking man offers him a respectful enough bow of his head. 

“My name is Kaidan, good to meet you,” Kaidan offers, ripping off the bandage without enthusiasm and barely making eye contact. Viggo’s gaze on the other hand becomes more pointed in response.

“Right,” is all he says.

“Uhm, my name is Lucien Flavius, sir. It is wonderful to meet you and an honor to be traveling with miss Ravenna,” Lucien replies, his voice shaking hinting at his true anxiety but otherwise keeping his composure surprisingly well.

“Very good, then. Well, for as long as you all have Ravenna’s approval, you gentlemen are welcome in this estate. I will probably more often be in my own home while all of you are here, but it is not far. If I am needed, Ravenna will always be able to reach me. And, Ravenna?” He turns back to her again, and her eyelids are drooping heavily, but she is listening, nodding to him, “I would like to speak with you in private.”

“Funny,” she says in a sleep-softened voice, “I was about to ask the same of you.” Viggo nods, standing and following the drowsy Ravenna further into the home, leaving Inigo, Lucien, and Kaidan to their own devices in the living room.

     “Soooooooo,” Lucien is first to open the discussion once the intimidating Nord has left, “He’s a character.”

“That is one way to put it. He did not seem pleased to be meeting us, that is for sure,” Inigo agrees.

“Yes, I wonder why that is? After all, it’s not like we did anything wrong, that I know of.”

“Personally I don’t hope we’ll be here long enough to find out. He seemed off, for more reasons than just the obvious,” Kaidan comments.

“It is hard to distinguish since Ravenna is a vampire also, but I think he must have been one too. They don’t smell exactly the same, but they did smell similarly undead. Do you think that might be what seemed so strange to you?” Inigo asks.

“Probably,” Kaidan admits, folding his arms and leaning back in his seat, “I can’t stand vampires.” Lucien raises a brow at that. “If you can’t stand vampires, why travel with Ravenna?”

“It’s not as if I necessarily want to. But I owe her a debt, and I don’t like owing people. Especially not vampires,” he says. Inigo whistles. “What kind of debt must a man like yourself owe to make you work with a vampire, if you mistrust them so much?” Kaidan sighs heavily, before he finally answers.

“Ravenna saved my life.”

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     Ravenna and Viggo step into her study, away from her three allies.

“Things have gotten very complicated,” Ravenna starts immediately once they’ve settled in.

“Complicated how?” Viggo asks patiently, “Start from the beginning.”

“On my way back here from the crypt, the Vigil of Stendarr cornered me just outside the hold capital in the forest. They know.”

“That is very near to the estate, are you sure you haven’t led them here?”

“I don’t think so, Lucien sent quite a few of them tearing through Cyrodiil looking for me instead, and the last handful followed us out to Riften, but we were already leaving right when they got there.”

“Good, if any others were in pursuit, I would’ve found them out already. That little Imperial helped you?”

“They are all helping me. They all know that I’m a vampire already.”

That makes Viggo raise his eyebrows at her. “Ravenna, are you certain that is wise?”

“Who knows. We’ve been through worse than just having three people who know, but in every case it was prompted by circumstance. I’d argue we’ve all got bigger things to worry about now, anyway. Have you heard about the dragons coming back at all?”

“I have. I have also heard that a new Dragonborn has been summoned to High Hrothgar. The gods are already working to set things back into balance.”

“Right. And speaking of that newly announced Dragonborn, guess who that is,” Ravenna announces with pretend enthusiasm. Viggo’s whole face shifts.

“No - you? Are you sure?”

“Sort of hard to misunderstand suddenly absorbing the souls of dragons after it’s happened to you, I’m afraid. I’ve already been learning words in the dragon language too - and using them. This is happening, whether we want it to or not.”

“Oh, Little Bird,” Viggo sighs sympathetically, “The burdens of destiny should never have fallen onto you.”

“I feel like the godly idea that any one person should be responsible for saving the world is frankly a major design flaw, even if having a giant spotlight the size of all Skyrim suddenly being put on me wasn’t sure to cause issue enough,” she replies with her face scrunched in distaste.

“You will have to be even more careful from now on, that is for certain. But, whatever becomes of this, know that I will always be here to support you. I hope your chosen allies will continue to feel the same as well, divines save them if they do not.” Ravenna nudges him with her elbow.

“I’ve been with them for a week and a half, you’ve met them for fifteen seconds. It’s too early for making threats.”

“Agree to disagree.”