[He sees the post. But it's not the post he's concerned about, so much as the young woman herself. She's far different now, from when he met her, from when he worked with her, from when he saw her on the battlefield.
He's there, before long. In the shop, his steps near-silent. Drawn by the sound of water running. But he knocks before he approaches.
He looks quite the mess himself, robe bloodstained and torn in many places, with some wounds healed, other shallow ones remaining.]
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He's there, before long. In the shop, his steps near-silent. Drawn by the sound of water running. But he knocks before he approaches.
He looks quite the mess himself, robe bloodstained and torn in many places, with some wounds healed, other shallow ones remaining.]