Innverse Stats | 10.26 MM

Name	Text
Mrsha	She had no splendid words to say about the dead. No real scars to show. The girl named Mrsha du Marquin had no thousand-yard stare of someone who had lost everything or faced down armies until they or she broke.
Marquin	She had no splendid words to say about the dead. No real scars to show. The girl named Mrsha du Marquin had no thousand-yard stare of someone who had lost everything or faced down armies until they or she broke.
Tekshia Shivertail	The late Tekshia Shivertail had seen it. Drakes and Gnolls sometimes gave the girl a second look when she stopped being the energetic child and sat there, staring out a window at the rain. Glancing around, rubbing at one eye, and smiling when someone distracted her. They were just, after all, passing moments. That was all the hints you had, really, to know that the dead walked with Mrsha.
Mrsha	The late Tekshia Shivertail had seen it. Drakes and Gnolls sometimes gave the girl a second look when she stopped being the energetic child and sat there, staring out a window at the rain. Glancing around, rubbing at one eye, and smiling when someone distracted her. They were just, after all, passing moments. That was all the hints you had, really, to know that the dead walked with Mrsha.
Numbtongue	Not aggressively. Not in her way or audible and visible like Numbtongue. They were just, after all, memories. A grumpy [Marksman] leaning against a window, the illusion of a half-Giant poking with a dismayed face at a too-small sandwich.
[Marksman]	Not aggressively. Not in her way or audible and visible like Numbtongue. They were just, after all, memories. A grumpy [Marksman] leaning against a window, the illusion of a half-Giant poking with a dismayed face at a too-small sandwich.
[Knight]	A Gnoll [Knight] in armor beaming in delight.
Mrsha	So that sometimes—not always, not even often—was Mrsha du Marquin.
Marquin	So that sometimes—not always, not even often—was Mrsha du Marquin.
Rags	Rags had gone. Dyeda and Rianchi were having a warm soup in the inn as the rain pattered down. Nanette was furious at her, and Lyonette was somewhere else.
Dyeda	Rags had gone. Dyeda and Rianchi were having a warm soup in the inn as the rain pattered down. Nanette was furious at her, and Lyonette was somewhere else.
Rianchi	Rags had gone. Dyeda and Rianchi were having a warm soup in the inn as the rain pattered down. Nanette was furious at her, and Lyonette was somewhere else.
Nanette Weishart	Rags had gone. Dyeda and Rianchi were having a warm soup in the inn as the rain pattered down. Nanette was furious at her, and Lyonette was somewhere else.
Lyonette du Marquin	Rags had gone. Dyeda and Rianchi were having a warm soup in the inn as the rain pattered down. Nanette was furious at her, and Lyonette was somewhere else.
Pelt	A good time and place to lie flat on her back, her chest rising and falling like the bellows of Pelt’s forge, panting. Unable to breathe despite the lungfuls of air she inhaled and exhaled.
Mrsha	How long Mrsha lay like that, she didn’t know. After an eternity of it, hours, she got up, fur covered in sweat, and leaned against a hallway. It was just one of those things that happened when you got older, she reckoned.
Mrsha	Panic attacks. Everyone talked about acne, growing pains, hair in more places, and your voice cracking. Next would be back pains and hemorrhoids. In Mrsha’s books, nothing fun happened when you grew up except that you got taller.
Mrsha	She didn’t know, honestly. For once in her life, Mrsha didn’t know if she was doing the right thing. Wasn’t that the worst part of growing up? Life had been so simple.
Lism Swifttail	Lism bad. Teasing Fetohep was fun! You deserve another french fry. Plain’s Eye were evil. Belavierr was evil. Pisces was good. I am a good person, or I try to be.
Fetohep	Lism bad. Teasing Fetohep was fun! You deserve another french fry. Plain’s Eye were evil. Belavierr was evil. Pisces was good. I am a good person, or I try to be.
Belavierr Donamia	Lism bad. Teasing Fetohep was fun! You deserve another french fry. Plain’s Eye were evil. Belavierr was evil. Pisces was good. I am a good person, or I try to be.
Pisces Jealnet	Lism bad. Teasing Fetohep was fun! You deserve another french fry. Plain’s Eye were evil. Belavierr was evil. Pisces was good. I am a good person, or I try to be.
Lism Swifttail	Lism is a pain in the tail, but he’s somehow better than the old Council. And Krshia likes him, which just means she has bad taste.
Krshia Silverfang	Lism is a pain in the tail, but he’s somehow better than the old Council. And Krshia likes him, which just means she has bad taste.
Fetohep	Fetohep never shows when he’s hurting, so you can hurt his feelings and he’ll never tell you when he’s upset or stressed. Even he can be stressed.

Mrsha

She had no splendid words to say about the dead. No real scars to show. The girl named Mrsha du Marquin had no thousand-yard stare of someone who had lost everything or faced down armies until they or she broke.

Marquin

She had no splendid words to say about the dead. No real scars to show. The girl named Mrsha du Marquin had no thousand-yard stare of someone who had lost everything or faced down armies until they or she broke.

Tekshia Shivertail

The late Tekshia Shivertail had seen it. Drakes and Gnolls sometimes gave the girl a second look when she stopped being the energetic child and sat there, staring out a window at the rain. Glancing around, rubbing at one eye, and smiling when someone distracted her. They were just, after all, passing moments. That was all the hints you had, really, to know that the dead walked with Mrsha.

Mrsha

The late Tekshia Shivertail had seen it. Drakes and Gnolls sometimes gave the girl a second look when she stopped being the energetic child and sat there, staring out a window at the rain. Glancing around, rubbing at one eye, and smiling when someone distracted her. They were just, after all, passing moments. That was all the hints you had, really, to know that the dead walked with Mrsha.

Numbtongue

Not aggressively. Not in her way or audible and visible like Numbtongue. They were just, after all, memories. A grumpy [Marksman] leaning against a window, the illusion of a half-Giant poking with a dismayed face at a too-small sandwich.

[Marksman]

Not aggressively. Not in her way or audible and visible like Numbtongue. They were just, after all, memories. A grumpy [Marksman] leaning against a window, the illusion of a half-Giant poking with a dismayed face at a too-small sandwich.

[Knight]

A Gnoll [Knight] in armor beaming in delight.

Mrsha

So that sometimes—not always, not even often—was Mrsha du Marquin.

Marquin

So that sometimes—not always, not even often—was Mrsha du Marquin.

Rags