You know, Sir Lorre, I've heard quite a lot about you. If only by being a secondhand subject to your reputation.
[It's a cold, wintery night, toward the end of the year. Despite the cheery atmosphere in most towns she's passed through, the dead of winter felt closer to Halloween than Candlenights when out in the wilds. Particularly tonight. Charlotte's divine senses were practically screaming at her that something ominous was on the wind, and as loath as she was to impose, Charlotte still had a... "duty" to attend to. She didn't want to take any more risks than she had to.
And so when she saw a lone campfire sheltered by a ridge, she figured she might as well camp with someone else to make this unsettling night slightly safer.]
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[It's a cold, wintery night, toward the end of the year. Despite the cheery atmosphere in most towns she's passed through, the dead of winter felt closer to Halloween than Candlenights when out in the wilds. Particularly tonight. Charlotte's divine senses were practically screaming at her that something ominous was on the wind, and as loath as she was to impose, Charlotte still had a... "duty" to attend to. She didn't want to take any more risks than she had to.
And so when she saw a lone campfire sheltered by a ridge, she figured she might as well camp with someone else to make this unsettling night slightly safer.]