[A heavy sigh. You kids will be the death of her.]
Fine. I'll meet you in Ecruteak. [The feed shifts, she whistles sharply and there's the sound that can only come from the unholy union of a buzzsaw and a bird of prey. Poor Snow just got back but now he's flying again.] You're lucky I've got a place for you to hide out in.
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Fine. I'll meet you in Ecruteak. [The feed shifts, she whistles sharply and there's the sound that can only come from the unholy union of a buzzsaw and a bird of prey. Poor Snow just got back but now he's flying again.] You're lucky I've got a place for you to hide out in.