[ Angela takes pride in knowing her weapons at least as well as she knows herself. Anything she can do to have control over her surroundings, even in a small way, brings her no small amount of comfort.
She hums her assent, and, satisfied, moves to put her sword away. In opening the chest of her belongings, however, her eyes land once more upon the box with her flute in it.
She pauses. ]
Tell me, brother. Did any gifts await you at the festival?
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She hums her assent, and, satisfied, moves to put her sword away. In opening the chest of her belongings, however, her eyes land once more upon the box with her flute in it.
She pauses. ]
Tell me, brother. Did any gifts await you at the festival?