[ her perspective is especially unique, since she'd been toiling for the lord of the underworld prior to her actual death. it's still something of a culture shock to not be there now, especially since everything in beacon, while rustic, is still way more modern than she's used to. things being solely lit by torches is at least familiar.
the girl slumps against the pile instead of taking on the substantial load meg's already seen her handle, and her eyes roll as she adjusts the one she's carrying. ]
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the girl slumps against the pile instead of taking on the substantial load meg's already seen her handle, and her eyes roll as she adjusts the one she's carrying. ]
And yet, you're here helping.
[ well, not at the moment, but still. ]