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Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:01 p.m.

Book: The Last Light (5)

Most mentioned character

246 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Flos Reimarch	223
Teresa Atwood	114
Mars	28

Most mentioned class

5 mentions

[Lord]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[King]	3
[Cook]	3
[Steward]	2

Most mentioned location

3 mentions

Manimar

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Reim	3
Chandrar	1
Terandria	1

Mentions

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Name	Text
Trey Atwood	Trey followed Flos out into the corridor. He walked seven steps, then felt someone grab his tunic from behind.
Flos Reimarch	Trey followed Flos out into the corridor. He walked seven steps, then felt someone grab his tunic from behind.
Teresa Atwood	“Teres! What are you—”
Trey Atwood	His sister pulled the startled Trey back into Flos’ room. Then Teres shut the door. Trey stared at her in disbelief.
Flos Reimarch	His sister pulled the startled Trey back into Flos’ room. Then Teres shut the door. Trey stared at her in disbelief.
Teresa Atwood	His sister pulled the startled Trey back into Flos’ room. Then Teres shut the door. Trey stared at her in disbelief.
Trey Atwood	His sister pulled the startled Trey back into Flos’ room. Then Teres shut the door. Trey stared at her in disbelief.
Teresa Atwood	“Teres! What are you doing?”
Trey Atwood	Trey stared at the door. Flos had been striding down the corridor. What would happen when he noticed the twins were gone? Would he notice they were gone?
Flos Reimarch	Trey stared at the door. Flos had been striding down the corridor. What would happen when he noticed the twins were gone? Would he notice they were gone?
Trey Atwood	But there was no arguing with his sister. Trey knew it just by looking at Teres’ face. Her jaw was set. Teres was still breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed from her earlier outburst.
Teresa Atwood	But there was no arguing with his sister. Trey knew it just by looking at Teres’ face. Her jaw was set. Teres was still breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed from her earlier outburst.
Teresa Atwood	But there was no arguing with his sister. Trey knew it just by looking at Teres’ face. Her jaw was set. Teres was still breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed from her earlier outburst.
Trey Atwood	Trey gave up. He agreed with his twin sister. He just wasn’t sure being rude to a King’s face was the best way to go about it.
Flos Reimarch	Resigned, he stared around Flos’ room while Teres crossed her arms and stared at the door. There wasn’t much in the bedroom at all. Except for the head—Trey hurriedly averted his gaze, relieved it was facing the wall—he couldn’t spot anything remotely interesting. Besides the dresser, there was a wall closet, and a door that led out onto a balcony. But no objects of note. None whatsoever.
Teresa Atwood	Resigned, he stared around Flos’ room while Teres crossed her arms and stared at the door. There wasn’t much in the bedroom at all. Except for the head—Trey hurriedly averted his gaze, relieved it was facing the wall—he couldn’t spot anything remotely interesting. Besides the dresser, there was a wall closet, and a door that led out onto a balcony. But no objects of note. None whatsoever.
Trey Atwood	Resigned, he stared around Flos’ room while Teres crossed her arms and stared at the door. There wasn’t much in the bedroom at all. Except for the head—Trey hurriedly averted his gaze, relieved it was facing the wall—he couldn’t spot anything remotely interesting. Besides the dresser, there was a wall closet, and a door that led out onto a balcony. But no objects of note. None whatsoever.
Trey Atwood	Well, there was an empty scabbard propped up against one wall. It was like a footnote, especially since the sword it belonged to was nowhere to be seen. Trey stared at it. That wasn’t the same scabbard Flos wore at his side. This one looked fancy, dark crimson and black leather or fabric capped by metal filigree at the tip. The metal looked like gold, and it shone dully the longer Trey stared at it.
Flos Reimarch	Well, there was an empty scabbard propped up against one wall. It was like a footnote, especially since the sword it belonged to was nowhere to be seen. Trey stared at it. That wasn’t the same scabbard Flos wore at his side. This one looked fancy, dark crimson and black leather or fabric capped by metal filigree at the tip. The metal looked like gold, and it shone dully the longer Trey stared at it.
Trey Atwood	Well, there was an empty scabbard propped up against one wall. It was like a footnote, especially since the sword it belonged to was nowhere to be seen. Trey stared at it. That wasn’t the same scabbard Flos wore at his side. This one looked fancy, dark crimson and black leather or fabric capped by metal filigree at the tip. The metal looked like gold, and it shone dully the longer Trey stared at it.

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