[ it takes a moment before owain feels up to moving. but he stands, picking up his sword along the way. he looks down at the body of his mother. the fact that this could be fake, that his mother's death could be used to play with him angers him to no end. he can't do anything about it now, all he can do is hope that his mother is either waiting for him in the city. ]
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[ it takes a moment before owain feels up to moving. but he stands, picking up his sword along the way. he looks down at the body of his mother. the fact that this could be fake, that his mother's death could be used to play with him angers him to no end. he can't do anything about it now, all he can do is hope that his mother is either waiting for him in the city. ]
Should we head elsewhere?