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Wuvren Sitil
- Wuvren
These are aliases for "Wuvren Sitil".
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Total mentions
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Chapters with the most mentions
Interlude chapters are abbreviated with "I." for readability.
Books with the most mentions
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Volumes with the most mentions
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 4.06 KM | Someone spoke up sharply. Magnolia saw Lady Wuvren snap the handheld fan she carried. The crack made all the listeners wince. |
| 4.06 KM | Wuvren rounded on the speaker. |
| 4.06 KM | “Lady Bethal, Lady Pryde, Lady Wuvren, Lady Zanthia, to me.” |
| 5.60 | They were Lady Bethal Walchaís, fiery and beautiful. Lady Zanthia, old, tough as steel and demanding. Lady Pryde, for whom the name was as fitting as it was insufficient. Lady Wuvren, of whom the [Bards] had once sang songs about. And still did. It was said that an Archmage had drowned himself after being rejected. It had actually only been a [Star Sorcerer] of course, but you know how people exaggerated such things. |
| 5.60 | The [Ladies] looked up. Lady Zanthia pursed her lips and Bethal tilted her head back. It was Wuvren who spoke up first. |
| 5.60 | “In order to stop a war, I’d gladly make enemies of my peers, Lady Wuvren. I only ask whether you are ready for such a task. It must be done. If we enter another war of centuries, we will fall to ruin.” |
| 5.60 | Magnolia looked at Wuvren. The [Lady] nodded. |
| 5.62 | Lady Wuvren. Sipping tea and talking to an older woman in front of Lord Erill. The [Merchant Lord]’s lips were tight. His eyes were locked on his mother. She was looking from him to Wuvren, uncomprehending. |
| 5.62 | Lady Wuvren. Sipping tea and talking to an older woman in front of Lord Erill. The [Merchant Lord]’s lips were tight. His eyes were locked on his mother. She was looking from him to Wuvren, uncomprehending. |
| Interlude – Thereafter | Magnolia Reinhart looked up from her cup of tea. Lady Bethal, Lady Wuvren, Lady Zanthia, and the women whom Magnolia Reinhart trusted most implicitly sat around her. They were in Magnolia’s mansion. They had left, and they had come back. And the world was changed now. |
| Interlude – Thereafter | The [Ladies] waited for more, but that was it. Magnolia sipped her tea. At last Lady Wuvren sighed delicately. |
| Interlude – Thereafter | Lady Wuvren leaned over to see. Zanthia shoved the letter in her face. Magnolia explained to the other listeners. |
| 6.27 M | “Warn the other [Ladies], Ressa. Bethal, Pryde, Wuvren—all of them! If someone dares strike at me, they will certainly be assaulted.” |
| 6.27 M | She was nearly sixty years old herself. But the years that had turned Lady Zanthia into iron seemed not to touch Lady Wuvren. She laughed as she swung around the dance floor, dancing, chattering, snacking, flirting. And if you looked at her, you would never guess her age. Never in a million years, because time had lost meaning for Wuvren. |
| 6.27 M | She was nearly sixty years old herself. But the years that had turned Lady Zanthia into iron seemed not to touch Lady Wuvren. She laughed as she swung around the dance floor, dancing, chattering, snacking, flirting. And if you looked at her, you would never guess her age. Never in a million years, because time had lost meaning for Wuvren. |
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