Francesca Harn: Welcome to Rolling Solo, where I follow the journey of Francesca,
Francesca Harn: a tiefling bard, as I learn to play D&D one roll at a time.
Francesca Harn: Last time.
Francesca Harn: The night after the battle at
Francesca Harn: South Pier, Francesca slipped
Francesca Harn: through the fog of Droslov's
Francesca Harn: Gate to meet her old ally,
Francesca Harn: Whistle Korrin.
Francesca Harn: But the silver card she carried brought more than questions.
Francesca Harn: It brought prophecy.
Francesca Harn: In her dreams, three symbols revealed fragments of her past,
Francesca Harn: her fractured present, and a future she cannot yet escape.
Francesca Harn: Now, as dawn breaks and the city stirs, shadows gather.
Francesca Harn: At Whistle's workshop door.
Francesca Harn: An old enemy has returned.
Francesca Harn: And the game of fate has only just begun.
Francesca Harn: The last glow of Whistle's, candle dies, leaving only the
Francesca Harn: scent of hot wax and oil.
Francesca Harn: The red cloaked captain's silhouette lingers in the
Francesca Harn: doorway, framed by fog.
Francesca Harn: His blade hums with a faint crimson light, the only thing
Francesca Harn: illuminating the workshop.
Francesca Harn: "You should have finished the job, lady Valcere."
Francesca Harn: Whistle's breathing quickens, somewhere to your left.
Francesca Harn: You hear the faint clink of tools as his hand searches
Francesca Harn: blindly for a weapon.
Francesca Harn: The captain takes one careful
Francesca Harn: step forward, boots scraping on
Francesca Harn: stone.
Francesca Harn: You can hear free heartbeats,
Francesca Harn: his whistles your own, and the
Francesca Harn: broken tick of your pocket
Francesca Harn: watch.
Francesca Harn: What does Francesca do in that
Francesca Harn: heartbeat of darkness before
Francesca Harn: everything erupts?
Francesca Harn: Attack first, deceive, command, whistle or use magic.
Francesca Harn: Okay, I didn't want to put myself in this situation, but
Francesca Harn: nevertheless, that's what fate has given me.
Francesca Harn: So attacking first I could use my rapier, or I could use a
Francesca Harn: spell deceiving I think is just gone as an option.
Francesca Harn: Because when you think back to that's what I originally tried
Francesca Harn: to do at the end of the last episode, and he knows it's me,
Francesca Harn: so there's no point in that.
Francesca Harn: Commanding whistle yes, because
Francesca Harn: I don't want him to kind of get
Francesca Harn: hurt or to cause me to get hurt
Francesca Harn: So I'm thinking I want to attack
Francesca Harn: first.
Francesca Harn: I'm not sure whether my rapier or my spell.
Francesca Harn: So what I'm going to have to do is look at my spell sheet.
Francesca Harn: Okay, so yeah, looking at my spell sheets, I'm thinking of
Francesca Harn: combining two different things.
Francesca Harn: I'm going to go for my good old, message spell, which allows me
Francesca Harn: to whisper a message to a creature Within range.
Francesca Harn: So I will whisper a quick message to whistle, telling him
Francesca Harn: basically just to scatter to disappear, to hide.
Francesca Harn: Whatever.
Francesca Harn: Get out there.
Francesca Harn: I don't want him hurt, but I also don't want him in the way
Francesca Harn: and causing me trouble.
Francesca Harn: So we'll deal with that.
Francesca Harn: That should be a really quick thing I would then Follow that
Francesca Harn: with a quick, firebolt.
Francesca Harn: let's just go all in.
Francesca Harn: It's a range spell so I can do that from where I am.
Francesca Harn: One, d10 fire damage.
Francesca Harn: Okay.
Francesca Harn: What order should I do that in, though?
Francesca Harn: Maybe I should do the Firebolt
Francesca Harn: first and then whisper the
Francesca Harn: message So, like, while the
Francesca Harn: captain's dealing with my
Francesca Harn: attack, whether he's defending
Francesca Harn: or you know, on fire, whistle
Francesca Harn: can then use that chance to
Francesca Harn: escape.
Francesca Harn: So I think I'm going to reverse what I originally said.
Francesca Harn: And we're going to go with
Francesca Harn: Firebolt followed by a message
Francesca Harn: spell.
Francesca Harn: Let's see if that works.
Francesca Harn: You raise your free hand.
Francesca Harn: Infernal words curl off your tongue like smoke.
Francesca Harn: The rune etched blade flickers brighter, but you're faster.
Francesca Harn: "Ignis anima mea!" A burst of
Francesca Harn: fire streaks across the
Francesca Harn: workshop.
Francesca Harn: The crack of heat and magic.
Francesca Harn: Splitting the dark.
Francesca Harn: Attack!
Francesca Harn: Roll.
Francesca Harn: Firebolt plus six to hit one d10 to fire.
Francesca Harn: Damage if it lands.
Francesca Harn: Roll your d20 for the first
Francesca Harn: Firebolt attack and your one d10
Francesca Harn: for damage.
Francesca Harn: Okay, then let's make our first roles of the game.
Francesca Harn: So we'll do the d20 to see if,
Francesca Harn: first of all, if the attack
Francesca Harn: lands.
Francesca Harn: Oh natural twenty.
Francesca Harn: That's the second time in this campaign that that's happened.
Francesca Harn: So I'm well chuffed.
Francesca Harn: Okay, so we've got natural twenty there and then we need to
Francesca Harn: roll my d10 for damage.
Francesca Harn: Now I'm really not very well versed on my dice yet.
Francesca Harn: It takes me a while to figure it out which one is which.
Francesca Harn: So the D10 is that one isn't it?
Francesca Harn: It's the same as the percentile one.
Francesca Harn: Yes.
Francesca Harn: Okay, let's see what damage we get.
Francesca Harn: Come on.
Francesca Harn: Eight again I'm chuffed with that.
Francesca Harn: I'm well pleased.
Francesca Harn: Okay.
Francesca Harn: Let's pop that in and see what that means in real money.
Francesca Harn: Critical hit.
Francesca Harn: Natural twenty means double damage.
Francesca Harn: Dice.
Francesca Harn: So sixteen.
Francesca Harn: Fire damage.
Francesca Harn: A devastating strike.
Francesca Harn: The world erupts.
Francesca Harn: Your Firebolt slams directly
Francesca Harn: into the captain's chest, the
Francesca Harn: impact flaring with blinding
Francesca Harn: light.
Francesca Harn: His gray cloak ignites, runes across his blade, flaring
Francesca Harn: crimson before sputtering out.
Francesca Harn: The blast throws him backward into the doorway.
Francesca Harn: He hits the stone frame with a dull crack for a heartbeat.
Francesca Harn: The entire alley beyond is illuminated in molten gold
Francesca Harn: smoke, curling through the doorway as his coat burns.
Francesca Harn: He staggers, coughing, teeth
Francesca Harn: bared, one hand still clutching
Francesca Harn: his sword.
Francesca Harn: The rune etched steel shrieks
Francesca Harn: with power, trying to rebuild
Francesca Harn: itself, flickering like a dying
Francesca Harn: flame.
Francesca Harn: Francesca's voice follows low,
Francesca Harn: urgent cutting through the
Francesca Harn: smoke.
Francesca Harn: "Whistle. Go find Seraphine. Don't come back here."
Francesca Harn: The gnomes answer
Francesca Harn: is a hissed. "Don't have to tell me twice."
Francesca Harn: And the sound of a back
Francesca Harn: hatch slamming open. You catch the
Francesca Harn: glint of his goggles vanishing into the alley. The
Francesca Harn: captain scorched and half collapsed, raises
Francesca Harn: his head. His voice
Francesca Harn: is
Francesca Harn: ragged, but still carries command. "You carry her fire just like they said."
Francesca Harn: He forces himself to one knee blade, trembling
Francesca Harn: as the runes reignite faintly, crimson and gold
Francesca Harn: swirling together in unstable light. You
Francesca Harn: can feel the magic in
Francesca Harn: the air straining. The
Francesca Harn: next move will define
Francesca Harn: what happens
Francesca Harn: when the flames die down. What does Francesca do?
Francesca Harn: Finish him. Interrogate or flee.
Francesca Harn: Now I know probably the nicer
Francesca Harn: thing to do would be to
Francesca Harn: interrogate him and to get
Francesca Harn: answers.
Francesca Harn: I also feel like Francesca is quite vengeful at the moment,
Francesca Harn: and she was really unsettled by the fact that someone knew her
Francesca Harn: secret identity, knew her past, which she has tried to escape
Francesca Harn: and to hide from that.
Francesca Harn: that she's part of this noble
Francesca Harn: family who she has distanced
Francesca Harn: herself from.
Francesca Harn: We don't know exactly the
Francesca Harn: reasons behind that at the
Francesca Harn: moment, but we know that there
Francesca Harn: was probably something major
Francesca Harn: behind it.
Francesca Harn: He is hinting that he knows more about that than she does.
Francesca Harn: So interrogating him would be
Francesca Harn: wise in that she could seek out
Francesca Harn: those answers.
Francesca Harn: But I don't know if she would be thinking rationally right now.
Francesca Harn: Would she not just kind of act in anger and want to just finish
Francesca Harn: him off before he can tell anyone else what he knows?
Francesca Harn: Fleeing wouldn't be a good idea.
Francesca Harn: I don't think I need to find out more.
Francesca Harn: Or finish him.
Francesca Harn: What should I do?
Francesca Harn: I stay true to Francesca's
Francesca Harn: ideals and that she would
Francesca Harn: interrogate rather than just
Francesca Harn: killing outright.
Francesca Harn: Or do I stay true to where her
Francesca Harn: character is emotionally, which
Francesca Harn: is frustrated and heightened and
Francesca Harn: vengeful?
Francesca Harn: I'm going to stay true to the emotion.
Francesca Harn: I think we're going to finish him strike before he recovers.
Francesca Harn: You move like a blade.
Francesca Harn: No mercy, no second chances.
Francesca Harn: Roll one d20 for your rapier.
Francesca Harn: Attack.
Francesca Harn: Can add five If it hits, roll one d8 plus three for damage.
Francesca Harn: Okay, time for some more rolling.
Francesca Harn: So we're on.
Francesca Harn: We're on a roll.
Francesca Harn: Get it with the d20.
Francesca Harn: But I think I've just jinxed that.
Francesca Harn: So let's see.
Francesca Harn: You know what?
Francesca Harn: That's not bad fourteen okay.
Francesca Harn: So we've got the fourteen plus the five.
Francesca Harn: So let me type that in before I forget.
Francesca Harn: And then we need to roll my D8.
Francesca Harn: So that is which one is that.
Francesca Harn: Not.
Francesca Harn: That's that's the d10.
Francesca Harn: That's the d12.
Francesca Harn: That's the d8.
Francesca Harn: Got it.
Francesca Harn: Okay.
Francesca Harn: So uh d8 for damage four so not great but I get the plus three.
Francesca Harn: So let's pop that in and see where we get.
Francesca Harn: No witnesses.
Francesca Harn: The captain tries to rise, one hand braced on his scorched
Francesca Harn: knee, the other clutching that flickering rune blade.
Francesca Harn: But you're already moving.
Francesca Harn: Your rapier flashes in the smoky
Francesca Harn: half light, driving straight
Francesca Harn: through the weak point beneath
Francesca Harn: his ribs.
Francesca Harn: The blade bites deep, and his
Francesca Harn: breath leaves him in a choked
Francesca Harn: gasp.
Francesca Harn: More shock than pain.
Francesca Harn: His sword clatters to the floor, its rune flaring once and then
Francesca Harn: dying with a hollow hiss.
Francesca Harn: He collapses forward onto you,
Francesca Harn: gripping your arm with a blood
Francesca Harn: slick hand.
Francesca Harn: His eyes pale gold now, not the icy blue you remember.
Francesca Harn: Fix on yours.
Francesca Harn: "You think this ends with me?"
Francesca Harn: He rasps, voice thin as air,
Francesca Harn: "but you bear her mark, Francesca. The fire a song. She'll come for you herself."
Francesca Harn: His
Francesca Harn: hand slips one final
Francesca Harn: shudder. And he still the
Francesca Harn: hum of the silver card against
Francesca Harn: your chest fades to silence. The alley outside is eerily quiet. You
Francesca Harn: can hear distant
Francesca Harn: bells. Dawn. Proper whistle is gone.
Francesca Harn: Séraphine will soon know. And
Francesca Harn: the
Francesca Harn: city will wake to
Francesca Harn: a corpse that should
Francesca Harn: have been dead twice already. The sword's runes flicker weakly one last
Francesca Harn: time, then fade,
Francesca Harn: leaving only a faint pattern burned into the wood. A
Francesca Harn: spiral ringed with thirteen glyphs. The silence after violence
Francesca Harn: is always the loudest. Smoke curls
Francesca Harn: lazily from the ruined door frame. The tang
Francesca Harn: of scorched metal and blood hanging thick in
Francesca Harn: the air. Francesca kneels beside the fallen captain, her breath still quick,
Francesca Harn: every sense sharp as
Francesca Harn: glass. She starts her search,
Francesca Harn: hands efficient, practiced but wary.
Francesca Harn: Inside
Francesca Harn: his coat she finds a small leather satchel stamped
Francesca Harn: with the sigil of the city
Francesca Harn: guard, though the seal
Francesca Harn: has been burned half away inside
Francesca Harn: a list of names, the ink
Francesca Harn: smudged but legible enough for two
Francesca Harn: to stand out. Whistle, Corinne and
Francesca Harn: Séraphine Elane a black iron ring,
Francesca Harn: its
Francesca Harn: surface carved with twisting lines that almost move when she
Francesca Harn: stares too long. It's heavy, too warm. As if it
Francesca Harn: remembers magic. And
Francesca Harn: beneath his breastplate, pressed
Francesca Harn: against his skin. A folded
Francesca Harn: letter sealed with wax bearing a Valcere crest.
Francesca Harn: Her family's crest. But the color is wrong. Black, not
Francesca Harn: gold. The blade
Francesca Harn: beside him hums faintly, runes
Francesca Harn: whispering along its
Francesca Harn: surface like breath. Its crimson light has dulled to
Francesca Harn: amber, but it pulses
Francesca Harn: faintly once, twice in rhythm with
Francesca Harn: her heartbeat as she reaches
Francesca Harn: toward it. The heat coming off
Francesca Harn: the steel feels familiar. There's
Francesca Harn: a
Francesca Harn: resonance, something deep in her infernal blood that
Francesca Harn: responds. The runes flicker,
Francesca Harn: faint symbols forming just long enough
Francesca Harn: to
Francesca Harn: read 'Bearer of the Song' The whisper isn't heard with her
Francesca Harn: ears. It curls through her chest like a note sustained too
Francesca Harn: long. The air is thick with that hum, the feeling that
Francesca Harn: the sword wants to be touched, but
Francesca Harn: not by anyone else. What does
Francesca Harn: Francesca do? Touch the blade. Pull back.
Francesca Harn: Or
Francesca Harn: use your bardic magic
Francesca Harn: to sense the
Francesca Harn: nature before
Francesca Harn: risking a touch. I think probably
Francesca Harn: the sensible thing would be
Francesca Harn: to be
Francesca Harn: used the bardic magic to
Francesca Harn: try and figure out what the risk
Francesca Harn: is before just touching things. So
Francesca Harn: let's do that. Instinct over impulse. Francesca
Francesca Harn: knows power
Francesca Harn: often whispers. Sweetest before
Francesca Harn: it bites you.
Francesca Harn: Steady your breath and let
Francesca Harn: your hand hover just above
Francesca Harn: the hilt. Not touching, not yet. The faint pulse of the sword
Francesca Harn: vibrates through the air
Francesca Harn: like a tuning string on the
Francesca Harn: edge of harmony. Closing your eyes,
Francesca Harn: you call quietly on the currents
Francesca Harn: that
Francesca Harn: have always been your real gift. The song, the rhythm
Francesca Harn: that binds words to power A
Francesca Harn: soft hum builds in your throat. Motes of light shimmer around your fingers.
Francesca Harn: As your bardic
Francesca Harn: senses unfurl. The world tightens into vibration
Francesca Harn: and resonance. Every object sings
Francesca Harn: to you faintly. Wood creaks in a
Francesca Harn: low note, iron hums in bass.
Francesca Harn: And the blade, the blade screams. Images suddenly flood your
Francesca Harn: mind a woman in crimson armor,
Francesca Harn: her face hidden by a veil. Voice sharp as a violin
Francesca Harn: string. She stands in front
Francesca Harn: of a forge that burns without
Francesca Harn: flame, whispering words into molten metal. Thirteen
Francesca Harn: runes flare as each
Francesca Harn: is hammered into the
Francesca Harn: steel.
Francesca Harn: One rune glows brightest, shaped like a spiral. The same
Francesca Harn: symbol now faintly burned into the floorboards. A
Francesca Harn: final echo, a voice that might be hers or
Francesca Harn: something deeper. "One for every note she lost. When the last song ends, she will return."
Francesca Harn: The hum fades. The light around
Francesca Harn: your fingers dies. The blade is powerful, yes,
Francesca Harn: but cursed with
Francesca Harn: memory. It is bound to music
Francesca Harn: and fire. Both things you carry in your soul.
Francesca Harn: Touching it won't kill you, but it
Francesca Harn: will mark you. And you can feel
Francesca Harn: that mark itching already at the edges of your magic.
Francesca Harn: The letter with your family crest
Francesca Harn: still lies beside the body, its
Francesca Harn: seal unbroken.
Francesca Harn: The black wax gleams in the faint light, almost waiting.
Francesca Harn: Do you break the
Francesca Harn: seal? Pocket it for later. Burn it unread. And what
Francesca Harn: do you do about the
Francesca Harn: sword? Okay. Yes. Both
Francesca Harn: good questions. So
Francesca Harn: I think I'm going to pocket it for
Francesca Harn: later.
Francesca Harn: I
Francesca Harn: don't want to
Francesca Harn: risk, opening it now when I don't know what's around
Francesca Harn: the corner. And I probably need to find my own kind of safe
Francesca Harn: space right now.
Francesca Harn: So We're going to take the letter,
Francesca Harn: and the sword. We're going to
Francesca Harn: pick
Francesca Harn: it up. We're going to take it partly because I'm
Francesca Harn: curious and partly because I don't
Francesca Harn: want to leave it behind and
Francesca Harn: risk someone of a more
Francesca Harn: nefarious nature coming across it. I'd rather
Francesca Harn: I have that unknown power than
Francesca Harn: risk someone else discovering
Francesca Harn: it. So
Francesca Harn: let's see what happens next.
Francesca Harn: Some pragmatic choices, but quite dangerous too.
Francesca Harn: The line between survival and
Francesca Harn: obsession has always been
Francesca Harn: Francesca's stage.
Francesca Harn: To walk, you slide the letter
Francesca Harn: carefully into the inner pocket
Francesca Harn: of your corset, close enough to
Francesca Harn: feel its weight but hidden from
Francesca Harn: sight.
Francesca Harn: The wax seal presses faintly against your ribs.
Francesca Harn: Cold now, but you swear it beats
Francesca Harn: once like a pulse before going
Francesca Harn: still.
Francesca Harn: Then you reach for the sword.
Francesca Harn: It's warm before you even touch
Francesca Harn: it, a heartbeat echoing in the
Francesca Harn: air as your fingers close around
Francesca Harn: the hilt.
Francesca Harn: The runes flare to life.
Francesca Harn: Crimson gold and a faint deep blue.
Francesca Harn: Woven through the light like a melody.
Francesca Harn: You can almost hear for a breath.
Francesca Harn: You're certain the blade is singing.
Francesca Harn: 'Bearer of the song'.
Francesca Harn: The whisper is soft, melodic a
Francesca Harn: harmony that threads through
Francesca Harn: your bones.
Francesca Harn: It doesn't feel hostile.
Francesca Harn: Not yet, but it knows you.
Francesca Harn: It recognizes something in your
Francesca Harn: infernal blood, something old
Francesca Harn: and fiery that was never fully
Francesca Harn: human.
Francesca Harn: The air grows hot, the workshop trembling faintly as the sword
Francesca Harn: accepts your grip.
Francesca Harn: The ember glow runs up your wrist, searing a faint spiral
Francesca Harn: mark onto your skin.
Francesca Harn: One of the thirteen runes dim
Francesca Harn: and pulsing faintly beneath the
Francesca Harn: flesh.
Francesca Harn: When the heat fades, the blades glow diminishes too, falling
Francesca Harn: silent as if sleeping in your hand, your left in the half
Francesca Harn: light, holding a weapon that now feels like a heartbeat.
Francesca Harn: Extension of your own.
Francesca Harn: Footsteps echo faintly from the alley outside.
Francesca Harn: Not guards.
Francesca Harn: Lighter.
Francesca Harn: Quicker.
Francesca Harn: Cautious.
Francesca Harn: Someone is moving towards the workshop.
Francesca Harn: You have seconds to decide what
Francesca Harn: to do before whoever it is steps
Francesca Harn: inside.
Francesca Harn: Do you hide and melt into the shadows?
Francesca Harn: Flee, slipping out the back, sword concealed or confront
Francesca Harn: stepping into the doorway.
Francesca Harn: Blade ready?
Francesca Harn: What do you do?
Francesca Harn: For me, this one is pretty much a no brainer.
Francesca Harn: We're going to go for the stealthy option.
Francesca Harn: We're going to hide and see who it is.
Francesca Harn: First of all, I would need to do
Francesca Harn: a stealth check I'm sure for
Francesca Harn: this.
Francesca Harn: So I need to just check.
Francesca Harn: But I think, yep, I've got a
Francesca Harn: proficiency bonus for stealth,
Francesca Harn: which means plus two to whatever
Francesca Harn: I roll.
Francesca Harn: I've got proficiency of plus two, but I've also got a
Francesca Harn: dexterity of plus three, So let's sort this out I need to
Francesca Harn: pop this in.
Francesca Harn: And then it says I need to
Francesca Harn: exactly like I thought do a
Francesca Harn: stealth check.
Francesca Harn: So I need to roll a d20 plus my five for my stealth and see how
Francesca Harn: well we disappear into the dark.
Francesca Harn: Oh fifteen like it?
Francesca Harn: So that's a dirty twenty because it's fifteen plus the five.
Francesca Harn: I don't mind a dirty twenty.
Francesca Harn: we've had two twenties.
Francesca Harn: This episode a natural twenty and a dirty twenty.
Francesca Harn: I like to mix it up a little bit.
Francesca Harn: Flawless success.
Francesca Harn: Before the footsteps even reached the door.
Francesca Harn: You're already moving.
Francesca Harn: You blow out what's left of the
Francesca Harn: candle, duck behind the
Francesca Harn: collapsed shelving by the wall,
Francesca Harn: and let the dark swallow you
Francesca Harn: whole.
Francesca Harn: Your body stills.
Francesca Harn: Even your breath becomes part of the rhythm of the room.
Francesca Harn: The heat from the rune blade
Francesca Harn: fades under your cloak, leaving
Francesca Harn: only a faint shimmer like the
Francesca Harn: echo of a note after the music
Francesca Harn: ends.
Francesca Harn: The door creaks open.
Francesca Harn: Two figures slip inside.
Francesca Harn: Not guards, not soldiers.
Francesca Harn: They move quietly, efficiently.
Francesca Harn: You recognize the silhouette of the first, a woman in a hooded
Francesca Harn: leather coat, wearing the insignia of the black gloves
Francesca Harn: stitched in reverse, the mark of an internal hunter.
Francesca Harn: Her companion, taller and silent, carries a lantern shaded
Francesca Harn: with red glass.
Francesca Harn: The woman kneels beside the captain's body.
Francesca Harn: "He failed. I told them he would."
Francesca Harn: She turns his head with
Francesca Harn: two fingers, studying his burnt face.
Francesca Harn: "Retrieve the ring," she
Francesca Harn: says.
Francesca Harn: "And the sword, if it's still here."
Francesca Harn: The tall one hesitates. "The blade's gone."
Francesca Harn: A pause. "Then she's already part of it."
Francesca Harn: Her tone doesn't
Francesca Harn: carry anger,
Francesca Harn: only curiosity and the faint thrill
Francesca Harn: of someone who's been waiting for this. "Spread the word. Francesca Di Valcere lives, and she's taken her mother's weapon."
Francesca Harn: You feel the words hit like a physical
Francesca Harn: blow. The woman
Francesca Harn: straightens. The red light from
Francesca Harn: the lanterns spilling briefly
Francesca Harn: across
Francesca Harn: her face. Sharp features, silver hair bound in braids
Francesca Harn: that glitter faintly
Francesca Harn: like threads of metal. They leave,
Francesca Harn: closing the door softly
Francesca Harn: behind
Francesca Harn: them. The silence that follows is absolute. The phrase
Francesca Harn: echoes in your mind her
Francesca Harn: mother's weapon, the rune blade, hums faintly in
Francesca Harn: your grasp like it's remembering the
Francesca Harn: same name.
Francesca Harn: In the silence of the workshop, the phrase echoes like a curse,
Francesca Harn: her mother's weapon.
Francesca Harn: The words linger in the smoke as
Francesca Harn: the blade hums faintly in her
Francesca Harn: hand, and Francesca can't tell
Francesca Harn: if it's warning her or welcoming
Francesca Harn: her home.
Francesca Harn: as dawn breaks over Droslev's gate.
Francesca Harn: She realizes the past she ran from has finally caught her
Francesca Harn: trail, And her secrets may not remain that way for much longer.
Francesca Harn: And I'm afraid that's it for tonight's episode.
Francesca Harn: Stay bold, stay curious, and keep on rolling solo.