[Ciri drops to a crouch, looking intently at the kedan on the floor.]
Just hand over what you've taken and we'll be on our way.
[For all his trouble to get away, the thief seems to be regretting his decision entirely. In the snow beside him sits a small brown packet, the smell of cinnamon fresh from it. It seems what was stolen was... food, actually.
Ciri frowns slightly and looks to Connal. Your thoughts, friend?]
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[Ciri drops to a crouch, looking intently at the kedan on the floor.]
Just hand over what you've taken and we'll be on our way.
[For all his trouble to get away, the thief seems to be regretting his decision entirely. In the snow beside him sits a small brown packet, the smell of cinnamon fresh from it. It seems what was stolen was... food, actually.
Ciri frowns slightly and looks to Connal. Your thoughts, friend?]