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  1. Public Bookmark 7

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    25 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 21

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    Theresa knows she must wait for him to excuse her. She knows this. Even without his celebrity in this town, his fine clothing is more than enough to indicate how this exchange is supposed to go.

    But, he is yet to introduce himself. He is stuck in thought, and she can hear his mind keening, turning over itself.

    He grips her arm. She is desperate to be elsewhere.

    "Would you kindly excuse—"

    "Sir Hans Capon of Leipa and Pirkstein," he says abruptly, and, with a smile, releases her—physically. His hand now free, he throws it in a gesture to the seat opposite. "Stay. Have a drink with me."

    Theresa goes to fetch ale for her uncle and instead encounters an extremely irritating noble with his own agenda.

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    18 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 80

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    “Who are you?” the newcomer grunts, gaze trailing up and down Hans’ body.
    Oh. Now that’s a question he hasn’t heard in… a while.
    “You don’t know who I am?” he blurts out, unable to hold his surprise back.
    The blacksmith removes a glove and wipes his forehead on the sleeve of a rundown, simple shirt.
    “Should I?”
    Well, that’s an obvious answer but… Hans takes a look at himself. His clothes are fine, yes, but not leagues more than a wealthy merchant’s, or a noble passing through town. He also hasn’t washed in two days, and his hair must be an incomprehensible mess. He will count himself lucky if he doesn’t have straw stuck in there.
    “Uh…”
    Only then does he notice just how clear the blacksmith’s eyes are. They blink, without ever moving away from Hans, awaiting an answer.
    He doesn’t know what possesses him to say:
    “I’m Hans.”

    --

    There is a new blacksmith in Rattay and Hans Capon, having deserted his duties as a lord, has nothing better to do than bother him, watch him work and feed him kolaches, in no particular order. If he pretends to be a filthy commoner while he does so, and Henry buys it, it shall not be used as any measure of either their intelligence.

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    14 Mar 2026

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    If he was the Oak Father’s scion, Wyll could understand worship. His knees ached for dirt. His tongue begged for salt.

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    25 May 2024

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    “You have to kiss Gale,” Shadowheart tells Halsin, glittering with mischief. “It’s the rules.”

    Shadowheart and Astarion start a game. It escalates quickly.

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    21 Apr 2024