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"What about Ivornwen...?" - Blince's ponderings while locked up in the Shadow Blades jail.



As Blince sat in that old chair he'd placed there himself in the Shadow Blade's prison, he began to ponder, more so out of boredom than anything else. Many things came across his mind, Triche and Bianca, his deceased wife and child, though were never far from his thoughts. Ivornwen came across his mind more times than he could count, and he then began seething with rage, and sadness, frustration... nearly all the feelings he got when he thought of Triche. That to a degree frightened him for a moment until he felt almost proud. "Why can't the rest of the Blades just accept her? Stop fighting... Caravaggio tried to convince me and her that everyone being damn rude was in our heads... But after what he did... How he made her cry..." That bugged him more than anything that had happend previously. The man that had claimed Blince was overreacting made Ivornwen cry. He sat up and began pacing around the room, eyeing the cell door a few times as he considered trying to knock it down from it's hinges, before looking into the fire. "Maybe I should just quit...?" Came across his thoughts, and the idea began looking better and better to him as time passed and he thought, he had more than enough money saved up from Aewith's House and The Covenant... Maybe he should quit? Was having something to keep him from being bored worth what Ivornwen goes through? "No. No it wasn't." He then peered out the window as he saw some people passing, but couldn't see who it was. His arms crossed again, and he continued looking out the window. "I'll jus' say I'm goin' on leave for a while... They can all go burn for all care if they don' want me to." he said to himself as he sat back down in the chair, and ran his hand through his beard. "An' if this happens again, I'll quit.. Ivornwen doesn't deserve this..." He then Blinked, although he agreed with all that he had said to himself, he ran his palm across his worn and scarred features. "Now 'm talkin' t'myself... I need to get out of here..."