Cheryl. Blossom? That's-- well, I guess that tracks, sure.
[With her red hair and wide eyes, sure. Why not. It really wasn't any weirder than Quentin's own name, so.
Leaving Cheryl by the doors, Quentin hurries on to the next room. The room they kept the sleepers in, for those last few days of fighting, and he shrugs in to his coat and gets his quiver and bow, slinging both over his shoulder.]
And you just-- walked here? From the ferry? That's-- uh, that's kind of impressive. Most people stop by the bonfire or the Invincible.
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[With her red hair and wide eyes, sure. Why not. It really wasn't any weirder than Quentin's own name, so.
Leaving Cheryl by the doors, Quentin hurries on to the next room. The room they kept the sleepers in, for those last few days of fighting, and he shrugs in to his coat and gets his quiver and bow, slinging both over his shoulder.]
And you just-- walked here? From the ferry? That's-- uh, that's kind of impressive. Most people stop by the bonfire or the Invincible.