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Storyteller @storyteller13.bsky.social · 13/02/2026

The Overseer was a wise woman, of platinum hair, and a sharpness in her eye that made you avert your gaze any time she deemed to look at you. She wore less armor than the Knights, her plates interlayed with drapes of the finest silk. Her heels raised her as tall as any of the Knights she controlled.

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Storyteller @storyteller13.bsky.social · 13/02/2026

The Overseer had asked the elder what the damage was, and he reported to her that the damage was minimum - mostly in lives lost. He lists off the losses to her, like it's a list of lost stock rather than lives extinguished, and he names what professions those perished souls held in life.

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Storyteller @storyteller13.bsky.social · 13/02/2026

The Overseer seems unphased, her expression completely unreadable - right up until the point that the village elder explains to her that the attack had rendered one of the village daughters an orphan. That's when her expression changes. That's when her eyes fall on *you*. That's when she smiles.

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