08.Dec.20, 11:18 AM
Quilriana gave a moment’s silence for her friend and everything he lost or never had a chance to experience. She was young when she was first pregnant and scared at the time, but as soon as she saw Quinvalis for the first time, she wanted nothing more than to be a mother. She had no doubts that Gangleri would have been a wonderful father—and still could be. He could remarry and start a family still. That was likely something else he would need to discover in his wanderings.
With a sigh, she moved her bishop to take his queen. “Gangleri, my dear, you are worse than usual tonight. I’m recalling my troops. I think we did enough damage,” she held up his fallen queen and set it to the side. “It’s a good thing you didn’t bet Bart on this game.”
She picked up her glass of juice and sat back, considering where she would go first. “I think you have the right idea. I’d follow the river down to the Bay and travel along the coast into Igen. I’m not sure what civilization is like along that route but it could be a fun adventure to live off the land with a treat being when I find a tavern willing to put me up for a night.” That did sound fun but Quilriana also knew she’d never survive such a journey alone or perhaps at all no matter the companions. She knew little of the life of a wanderer, despite Gangleri’s tales and she suspected he stuck closer to populated areas so he could rest, get food, and learn the local gossip that his Harper blood craved.
With a sigh, she moved her bishop to take his queen. “Gangleri, my dear, you are worse than usual tonight. I’m recalling my troops. I think we did enough damage,” she held up his fallen queen and set it to the side. “It’s a good thing you didn’t bet Bart on this game.”
She picked up her glass of juice and sat back, considering where she would go first. “I think you have the right idea. I’d follow the river down to the Bay and travel along the coast into Igen. I’m not sure what civilization is like along that route but it could be a fun adventure to live off the land with a treat being when I find a tavern willing to put me up for a night.” That did sound fun but Quilriana also knew she’d never survive such a journey alone or perhaps at all no matter the companions. She knew little of the life of a wanderer, despite Gangleri’s tales and she suspected he stuck closer to populated areas so he could rest, get food, and learn the local gossip that his Harper blood craved.