essea: (37.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-12-08 03:10 am (UTC)

Items stolen from my people.

[ Leather bracelets, chokers, things to braid into hair. Judging by the level of craftsmanship, he assumes that they were all heirloom items― stripped from the dead, most likely. Not items that would have been exchanged for coin or food, no matter how desperate one might have been. Iorveth's grimace turns somber, then flattens completely as he tempers his anger into something more manageable for the moment. ]

A sobering reminder that humans will stop at nothing to humiliate us, even after we're dead.

[ He laughs, wry, and starts to wrap all of the items in the silk scarf that they'd been displayed on. ]

―But I'll spare you the diatribe. Have you found anything noteworthy?

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