Something Wicked This Way Returns...

"Something Wicked This Way Returns..." is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Haligan Island. Where night air was cool, crisp, and rife with the smell of saltwater. The sea’s mist hung heavily and low to the ground, as if a gauzy curtain were hung out to dry.
Beyond the curtain a shadow moved deftly between water and sand effectively erasing any trace of the shadow’s presence when the tide came in. The shadow’s long black cloak ruffled in the sea breeze, but the hood never moved from its position. Above, a four-winged beast circled the shadow protectively, like a shadow to the shadow.
Had anyone been on the beach at that hour - the witching hour - they would have noticed the staff the shadow carried. The ebony handle was elaborately carved with knots and inscriptions. One end tapered into a sturdy hook, while the other had a long steel crescent. It looked innocuous enough - like a wizard’s staff or a walking stick - but it was clear it had been designed for a more malicious purpose.
As the shadow and her shadow continued to walk along the shore, a soft melody could be heard. It seemed off-kilter, as though the singer was trying to speak and sing at the same time.
“My breast is cold as the clay… my breath smells earthly strong…
And If you kissed my cold, clay lips…your days, they won’t be long…
How oft’ on yonder grave, dear heart… where we were wont to walk…
The fairest flower that e’re I saw… has withered to a stalk…”
The beast above thrummed along to the disturbing song, giving the impression the shadow was accompanied by a phantom chorus. Indeed, the entire sea seemed to sing with her to the beat of her boots crunching the sand. At a distance it was clear this was a being who was almost inhumanly in-touch with nature.
As she approached the dock, a worker there spotted her. “Evenin’, or mornin’!” he called. The shadow tensed briefly, but kept moving. The worker jumped down from the dock and walked toward her. “You jus’ get in? I didn’t see no ship…”
A flash of metal pierced the misty curtain, and the worker began to clutch his throat. The once-white sand was now stained with the man’s blood as he toppled face-first into the surf. The shadow watched dispassionately as the tide came in and washed him away, then wiped the claws of her gauntlet on her cloak.
At long last, she spoke.
“I’m here, my Master. What would you bid me do?”
Apr 10, 2020
A long-haired blond man stepped forward, glancing nervously around the beach. He seemed an odd choice to meet with the shadowy figure.
“I’m sorry. Our Master didn’t come. She’s sent me with instructions, though. And - and - and Proof that this comes from her.” 
He pulled his hands up and demonstrated the Proof which belied scientific explanation. Though his voice had been stammering, his motions here were smooth. “Can you show me the sign in return? So - so - so - so we both know that I’m delivering the message to the right person?”
Apr 10, 2020
A single green eye narrowed under the shadow’s hood. She raised her gauntlet, the metal claws on the first two fingers glimmering menacingly. As she demonstrated her own Proof - a display that was both similar and inexplicably different to that of the blond man’s - the shadow’s shadow let out a rumbling growl and swiftly landed behind her. “We seem to be taking our orders from this simpering fool, my friend,” she murmurs, her low voice lilting and tender as she turns to the beast. “I can only imagine how simple it would be to snuff him out here and now…” The beast seems to purr in agreement.
She turns her attention back to the man. “And what, pray, is the message our Master has entrusted to you?”
Apr 10, 2020
He took a few steps back at the threat. He took a moment to steel himself and refind his voice.
“There’s a change of plans. I’ve been asked to relay ‘Don’t strike yet. Get in position. How good are you at infiltrating? Gain their trust and wait for another signal.’”
Apr 10, 2020
An unnerving laugh comes from under the shadow’s hood. “Our Master should remember my skill at infiltrating. After all… it isn’t the first time.”
The shadow’s hands disappear into the cloak as she steps toward the man. She turns her head up to him, and for the first time he can see the outline of her face in the moonlight. As she spoke, the green eye seemed to glow, while the other - which was was completely black - seemed to bore into him. “I have acquired a… a pawn with which to gain trust. And with our Master’s gifts, they will never see me coming. Now tell me… are you from the village?”
Apr 10, 2020
“W-wonderful. Our Master has great faith in what you’re doing here. This is why you’ve been chosen for such an important task, he told me to say. As for me, I’m from the mainland,” he said. “And - and - and - and I’ve got my own infiltration mission to fulfill. You may hear more from me. We are encouraged to ah… collaborate.”
Sensing that his conversant might not want to collaborate, he hastily added, “If you want to.”
Apr 10, 2020
A hint of a strange, unnatural smile creeps across the shadow’s face. “I don’t particularly mind collaboration…” A hand comes out of her cloak to grasp his jaw. The points of the claws dig into his skin as he turns his face one way, then the other, her expression almost musing. “But… we’ll have to see how you fare before I agree to that.” She lets go of his face as a small sound comes from the beast - a sound too light and too human for the beast to possibly make. The shadow growls, then swiftly moves to the beast. “What is it, my friend? Has our guest begun to wake? She certainly had a… turbulent swim…” The beast bows his head, and the man can see the silhouette of a girl lying on the beast’s back. In the dim light, he can barely make out the strange silver curls hiding the girl’s face. But was the silver from the moon, or was it really that color?
Apr 10, 2020
The man seemed more nervous, but he held his ground. His devotion to their Master outweighed his mind’s screaming flight response. He looked the girl, and stammered, “W-w-w-who is that?”
Apr 10, 2020
“A very strange, and very rare creature…” the shadow murmurs. She pulls out a small vial and pours a clear, syrup-like mixture into the girl’s mouth. “It’s not time to wake yet, little Morning Star… not yet, but soon…” The girl groans softly, then falls silent.
The shadow turns as she stoppers the bottle. A lone black curl tumbles out of her hood as she looks at the man silently. The beast rises and spreads its wings. “Was there anything else our Master wished to relay?”
Apr 10, 2020
“I’m afraid not. Cryptic and spontaneous as ever. And trusting you to fill in the gaps and know what needs be done naturally.”
He was trying not to stare at the girl, but his eyes kept glancing over there.
Apr 10, 2020
“Naturally.” The shadow looks over at the body of the dock worker, which was floating close to the shore. She tilts her head in thought for a moment, then gestures to it with a soft growl. The beast launches into the air, then flies to the body and retrieves it. She turns back to the man.
“You seem curious… a rather dangerous trait. You will know what you need, when you need it.”
Apr 10, 2020
Once she mentioned “curious,” he immediately jerked to attention. Suddenly, he was very good about not looking at the suspicious things around him. “O-o-o-of course. I’ll get what I need when I need it. M’lady.” He nodded.
He paused, thought for a moment, and said, “We haven’t had confirmations yet, but the - the - the king may be headed your way. I can keep you informed, from my post.”
Apr 10, 2020
The shadow stiffens. The man can hear a small gasp of excitement. “Ah, another king to kill - tell me, how does the young King Haddock compare to the elder?”
Apr 10, 2020
Her conversant hesitated. He seemed rather squeamish to relinquish this information. “He’s. Well. He’s. He’s stubborn and impulsive and acts about half his age and he’s slept around far too much and I’m not sure he knows what he’s doing but ahhh… well. He’s got a good heart, I suppose.” 
He tried to take control of his ramble, and concluded, “I’m sure there are many ways y-you can f-find a way to interact with him. Remember: we - we - we have been informed. Uh. To wait. Befriend. And then see what the next signal is. No harming. No harming him.”
He was already a pretty pale man, but the conversation appeared to be paling him more.
Apr 10, 2020
The shadow’s chilling laugh echoed around him. “Do not worry, little man… I am a faithful servant of our Master - as I have been for many, many lifetimes…” The shadow’s attention is diverted by the return of the beast, it drops the dock worker’s body onto the sand, then lands nearby. The shadow chuckles and steps towards the body. “Perfect… I think we’ll keep him for the time being… after all…” The shadow kneels and touches the dead man’s face. “Being dead doesn’t mean one can’t still be useful.”
The shadow pulls back her hood for the first time that night, and to the man’s surprise, it isn’t the same face he saw moments ago.
Instead, the man finds himself staring into the impossibly alive face of the corpse on the ground.
Apr 10, 2020
Do not worry. Right. Sure. ‘Do not worry’ seemed impossible between the corpse, the ominous responses, and the shapeshifting. But he tried to keep his outer countenance in check.
He managed to get out a nod. And then he took a few paces back. “Very well. It appears our meeting is at its end.”
Apr 10, 2020
“Yes.. run away, little man… I shall see you again very soon…” As the shadow spoke, her voice began to change to a more masculine one. She turned to the beast.
“Arrigh’ my frien’… ‘s time for this Mornin’ Star to fall.”
Apr 10, 2020
He found himself fleeing the scene.
Fleeing.
This was enough. This was more than enough. Creepy. Dangerous. Horrifying. He’d have difficulties sleeping for the next week. The next YEAR.
When he was far enough away, out of sight from that… that… monster woman… he pulled out his right hand and toyed with a black and green ring on his finger. He could feel the magic pulsating through his hand. 
He pulled the ring off and the illusion of his appearance instantly disappeared.
Apr 10, 2020
The shadow chuckled as the man took off, then set to work donning the worker’s clothes and storing hers and her weapons in a pouch on the beast’s saddle. When that was done she lifted the girl into her arms, waved away the beast, and ran to the ocean. After thoroughly dousing the both of them in seawater, the shadow ran back to the shore, yelling loudly.
“HELP! ANYONE! GOT A GIRL IN TROUBLE ‘ERE!”
The shadow continued this act - this yelling and energy and fear - as she began to run towards the village. The half-dead girl was her ticket to their trust, and she planned to exploit her for as long as possible.
Hroar: Hroar and a few soldiers perked as soon as they heard the screaming, and without hesitating, they followed the screaming to the source. 
“Who goes there?!” Hroar shouted as he and the soldiers prepped their weapons…just to be safe.
Apr 10, 2020
The dock worker stopped, making a show of huffing and puffing. “I was… I was workin’ the dock… gettin’ the nets in, and I found her floatin’ in the water!” The dock worker holds up the unconscious girl in his arms, seemingly oblivious to the water and blood dripping off the both of them. “I don’ know if’n she’s breathin’!”
Hroar: Hroar immediately gathered the girl into his arms and inspected her closely. He could see that she was pale and sickly-looking. Whatever happened to her must’ve been traumatizing. 
“Alright, men, let’s get her to the Chief’s mother,” he said. He turned to the dock worker. “She’s a healer, she can help.” He then turned to one of the men. “You, alert the Chief at once.”
“Yes,” the soldier said before running in the other direction as the group began running to the healer’s hut.
Apr 10, 2020
The worker nods and absently wrings the hem of his shirt in his hands as he follows the group. “I... I don’ even know where she come from... never seen her before...”
The girl’s head bobbed in Hroar’s arms as he ran. Her strange, silver curls flung water and blood every time he took a step, and her eyes fluttered weakly. Yes, she was a very pale person to begin with, but her normally ivory skin was whiter than paper now, and her lips had a blue tinge that seemed to be getting darker with every second.  Time was clearly of the essence.
Hroar: “Even more of a reason why we need to get her to the healer, my friend!” Hroar shouted as he ran to the hut with the girl in his arms. There was no telling how long she was in the water for, but he had no doubt that the mother of the Chief could save just in time.
It didn’t take the group long to reach the healer’s hut. “Ingrid!” Hroar said bursting into the room startling the 77-year-old woman. “I’m so sorry, but you have to help this girl. She was found in the water, we’re not sure how long.”
“Oh my goddess, of course,” Ingrid quickly said as she stood up. “Put her on the cot. We need to get the water out of her system. Has Grey been alerted yet?”
With the incoming threat of Rhenco, Chief Grey issued an order that all new arrivals were to be made known to her as soon as possible. 
“I sent one of the men to get her,” Hroar replied as he placed the girl on the cot. “She should be here soon.”
With that Ingrid quickly started applying pressure to her chest…trying to get the young girl to breathe…
Apr 10, 2020
The dock worker stood by the threshold, still wringing his shirt. As the name ‘Grey’ was mentioned, he looked up.
The shadow smiled internally. The Lady Grey… such a long-awaited reunion… 
The dock worker shook his head, trying to pass it as a motion of worry. There would be time for such musings, but not now. Those thoughts would not be safe in this room for much longer.
As the dock worker continued to look on, the girl - who in the light, looked to be in her late teens - jerked under Ingrid’s compressions. After a few minutes, the girl begins coughing violently, spewing seawater as her eyes fly open. 
Ingrid/Grey: As the girl coughed up seawater, Ingrid smiled as she slowly turned the girl onto her side to avoid choking. “Shhh…you’re alright, dear,” Ingrid said in a soothing voice. “Let it out, just take it easy. Shhh…”
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Meanwhile, the soldier ran as fast he could finding the Chief standing outside her house with her husband, her Night Fury, and Deoiridh. 
“Chief Grey!” the soldier shouted getting her attention. He stopped in front of her breathing heavily. “You have to come to your mother’s hut. A girl was found washed up on our shores. Your mother is trying to revive her.”
Grey raised an eyebrow at the soldier. She then turned to her husband and Deoiridh. “Let’s check this out,” she said calmly before she took off running to her mother’s hut with Shadow and Brandt in tow prompting Deoiridh and the soldier to follow suit.
Deoiridh Tuathanach: Deo followed after. Once they arrived she looked over the girl and frowned. “We need teh get her outta these clothes. Ef she’s got hypothermia we’re gonna need blankets and a towel.”
Meranym Morgenstern: The girl shivers in her wet clothes as she tries to blink away the blood running into her eyes. She looks around the room in a panic, her blue eyes darting around.
A strange, panicked mental presence is felt by everyone in the room, and various objects begin to shake as the girl hyperventilates. The dock worker looks around in surprise, and begins to back out of the door.
Deo: Deo gets down on her knees and holds her hands up. “Hey hey, et’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt'cha. We wanna help ye get better okay? Take a few deep breaths, can ye do that fer me?” She asks.
Meranym: The girl look at at this flame-haired woman through a few wet strands of silver hair. Deo feels the presence grow much stronger, and the girl’s eyes begin to glow subtly. After a few moments, the presence subsides, and she begins to take slower - but still shallow - breaths.
“Wh-where am I?”
Ingrid/Grey: “You’re on Haligan Island, dear,” Ingrid said as she and Grey, who knelt in front of the girl next to Deo and wrapped her in warm towels. “Someone found you washed up on the beach.”
“But it’s okay,” Grey added with a warm smile as Brandt, Hroar, and the soldiers looked on. “You’re safe now.”
Deo: “Ye look cold dear? How about we get ye out o’ those wet close and get ye some warm blankets and something warm teh drink. How does that sound?” She asked trying to keep the young girl calm.
Meranym: The girl wordlessly looks down at her wet clothes, her fingers picking at the hem of a sleeve. She hadn’t noticed that she was wet. Not had she noticed the blood dripping into her fingers. She gingerly touches the source of the blood - a large gash near her hairline - and winces. Her eyes glow from the flash of pain, as does something else up her sleeves. She looks up.
“Where… where is the ship?”
Ingrid/Grey: “Hroar?” Brandt asked looking to the council member.
“Chief Grey, Sir Brandt,” Hroar began, “the dock worker didn’t mention anything about a ship.”
The Chief looked back at the girl. “Do you remember anything about the ship?” she asked. “Like where it was?”
Meranym: The girl clutches her head in her hands as she shakes her head. “We… we were becalmed… and then this storm… But… but we weren’t anywhere near land…”
“Aye. Weren’t no ship when I found her - just some debriss.” The dock-worker called from the threshold. 
Deo: Deo frowns. “Sounds like yer ship went down, yer lucky teh be alive.”
Ingrid/Grey: “Do you remember what happened before you were knocked out?” Grey pressed gently. 
Deo: “No offense sis, but maybe ye can ask her yer questions, after she’s been patched up and had time teh rest.”
Meranym: The girl looks between the two sisters, the room spinning a little as she does. Suddenly feeling sick, she stands unsteadily and stumbles a few paces before hitting her knees. “Oh goddess,” she groans, then begins throwing up seawater.
Deo: Deo goes and kneels down next to her, gently rubbing her back and giving a Grey a pointed look.
Ingrid/Grey: “She told you,” Brandt said watching the scene unfold. 
“Alright, alright, I get it,” Grey said rolling her eyes. “My bedside manner isn’t that great all the time.”
“Here, darling,” Ingrid said passing a wooden bucket to her daughter. “She can use this.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Grey said quickly taking the bucket and placing it under the girl’s face. “Here you are, dear, use this. You’ll be okay.”
Meranym: The girl continues to throw up for about ten minutes before she sinks to the floor fully and rests her head on the floor. While her lips were no longer blue, she still shivered, and her skin still seemed waxy. After a while, she spoke up, her musical voice cracking from fatigue.
“Please… please don’t send me away…”
Deo: “We aren’t sendin’ ye anywhere.” She said as she gently rubbed her back. She stood and looked at the guards. “Could ye stop feckin’ standin’ there? Blankets, towel, let’s go! Chop chop!” She says firmly. “Ah swear they weren’t this bad in me last life.” She grumbles.
Ingrid/Grey: “You heard Deo!” Grey said turning to the soldiers and Hroar. “Go!”
“Yes, Chief!” they all said in unison before running out of the hut to fetch some blankets and towels from the Great Hall leaving Brandt, Grey, Deoiridh, the girl, the dock worker, and Ingrid in the hut. 
“You know you weren’t as critical in your last life either,” Grey whispered to Deoiridh as soon as they left. 
Meranym: The girl curls up into a ball and whimpers in distress. Everything hurt, and now she was starting to feel the cold even more as her adrenaline faded. Her wet clothes seemed glued to her skin, and she couldn’t get the smell of the sea out of her nose.
“I… I don’t know what to do… I don’t have anywhere to go…”
In the midst of all of the commotion, the dock worker had quietly disappeared.
Deo: Deo ignored the comment in favor of kneeling down next to Nym. “Hey, et’s okay. Don’t worry about that right now alright? We’re gonna get ye fixed up and then we’ll worry about that other stuff, mk? Ah promise, we’ll take care of ye.”
Ingrid/Grey: “That’s right,” Grey said with a gentle voice rubbing the girl’s back. “On my word as the Chief, we would never send you away. You can stay here as long as you need, no questions asked.”
Meranym: The girl nods and sniffles. “Thank you…” She suddenly goes limp as she passes out.
Deo: She quickly grabs the girl as she passes out and sighs. "Where the Hel are those guys." She murmurs. "Mum ye might want to do somethin' wit' her."
Ingrid/Grey: “Get her onto the bed!” Ingrid shouted as Grey and immediately helped Deo lay her back on the bed. 
The healer searched through her herbs trying to find something that could help the girl come out of unconsciousness, and as she did so, Hroar and the soldiers came back in. 
“Chief, we have them!” Hroar said with blankets in his arms. 
“Here , give me!” Brandt said as he took them. He was about to put the blanket on the girl, but Grey immediately put her hand out to stop him.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” she said. “Keep that blanket right there! We got to get her wet clothes off.” She then gently took off the girl’s clothes until she finally in her undergarments, and as horrible as she felt for doing that, the Chief knew it needed to be done to keep her warm. “Okay, now you can put the blanket on.” Brandt and Grey immediately worked together and placed a few blankets on the girl to keep her warm. 
“Here, Deo, put this perfume under her nose to wake her up,” Ingrid said quickly giving the strong-smelling liquid to the young girl. 
Deo: She nodded and held it up under her nose, hoping she didn’t have too bad of reaction. “Towel.” She called, holding her hand out.
Ingrid/Grey: As Grey pulled the blanket over the girl, she could see strange white markings that spiraled up her arms, and crept up the sides of her torso from her back. The cold had slowed the formation of bruises, but she was still covered in a multitude of scrapes.
Meranym: It wasn’t long before the scent of the perfume brought the girl back around. Her eyes flew open as she gagged on the fumes and instinctively pushed the bottle away from her face.
Deo: She pulled the bottle away quickly. “Easy, easy. Et’s alright, yer alright. She takes the towel and quickly warms it with magic before gently laying it around her neck. “How does that feel?”
Ingrid/Grey: “Good call on the perfume trick, Mom,” Grey said smiling at Ingrid as she took some more blankets from Brandt. 
“It’s the oldest trick in the book,” Ingrid said as she poured some water and began to make some broth for the newcomer. She then took out some gauze, cloth, basin with warm water, and herbs and sat on the edge of the bed at the girl’s hip. “Alright, now that she’s getting warmed up, we can take a look at that head injury.” She gently placed her fingers on the girl’s chin so that she was looking at the healer. 
“Is there anything else, Chief?” Hroar asked with a small smile. 
“I think we can take it from here,” the Chief replied. “You are all dismissed.”
“Yes, Chief,” they said in unison before taking their leave to return to their respective duties. 
Meranym: The girl’s eyes land on Ingrid as her head is turned, but the gaze is unfocused. She fights to keep her eyes open as the healer examines her. “I’m… I’m so tired…”
Suddenly, every person in the hut feels an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.
Ingrid/Grey: Brandt and Grey suddenly felt exhaustion wash over, and both of them blinked and composed themselves shaking the feeling away before looking at each other. How was it that they both felt exhausted so suddenly and at the same time? Then they looked back at the girl as Ingrid tried to keep her away. 
“I know you are, my dear,” Ingrid said shaking the feeling of exhaustion away herself, “but I need you to stay awake for now. As soon as I patch up your wound, you can get some sleep.”
Deo: Deo nods and let’s out a yawn. God she was suddenly so exhausted. She gently takes the girl’s hand. “Don’t worry hon we’re just gonna get ye patched up and then ye can sleep all ye want. How does that sound?” She asks, stifling another yawn.
Ingrid/Grey: Grey started yawning herself. “Deo, I think you’re making me yawn,” she said as she found herself leaning against the cot feeling the exhaustion weighing heavily on her body. “Oh, I feel so tired all of a sudden.”
“Me too,” Brandt said yawning leaning against a wall. He wanted to try to catch his wife, but he couldn’t get the strength to do so. “Ingrid…w-what’s happening?”
“I-I’m not sure, Brandt,” Ingrid said yawning. “But…it…it doesn’t look like our guest has a concussion.” She tiredly wrapped the cloth around the girl’s head.
Meranym: The girl looks down, clearly ashamed. “I… I’m sorry… I can’t control it…”
Deo: She yawns gently squeezing her hand. “Et’s okay, just get some sleep.” She says with a smile.
Ingrid/Grey: “Uh-huh…we…we’ll figure…” Grey tried to shake the exhaustion away, but it was getting harder and harder, “we’ll figure out.” She found herself falling to her knees.
“Grey…no…s-sweetheart…you…” Brandt slid to the floor with his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. “You got to…we got to stay…awake.”
As soon as Ingrid was done patching up the girl’s head, the healer found her falling on the bed on the girl’s legs…fast asleep.
The Chief looked up and saw her mother falling over. “Mom…” she said before falling to her elbows.
Meranym: The girl clutches her head, and a subtle glow seems to come from under the blankets and the crown of her head. Her eyes flicker with a white light. “I can’t stop it… I’m sorry… I…”
The girl’s words trail off as she passes out again, and suddenly the exhaustion vanished.
Deo: Deo let’s out a sigh of relief as she goes and grabs the bottle she used before and holds it under Ingrid’s nose. “Would it be possible teh get a rocking chair set up in here?” She asked no on in particular.
Ingrid/Grey: Ingrid gasped as she awoke and rubbed her eyes as the exhaustion cleared. “Thank you, Deoiridh,” she said.
“Ummm…” Grey said as she rubbed her eyes, “yes…yes, Deo. You can use my old rocking chair from when the kids were born. I can have Sven bring it over.”
“Oooof…that was something,” Brandt said as he blinked awake.
“You alright?” Grey asked.
“Never better,” Brandt replied.
The Chief stood up and walked over to her mother as she sat up. “Mom, are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes, Grey, I’m alright,” Ingrid said. “There’s no need to fuss.”
Grey sighed in relief. “Alright,” she said looking to Brandt, “we should investigate the debris where she was found. Something about this doesn’t sit right with me.”
Deo: “Ah’ll stay wit’ the girl. Make sure she’s alright fer the time being.” She says as she glances back down at the strange girl.
Ingrid/Grey: Grey nodded smiling. “Sounds like you got yourself a roommate,” she said. “Mom, you’ll stay here?”
“Yes, I want to keep an eye on her as well,” Ingrid replied. “I’ll send for help if we need it, Grey.”
“You heard the lady,” Brandt said smirking at his wife.
“Alright, let’s gather some men, and I can get Ander to take over while we investigate,” Grey said.
“And we can get Sven to bring a chair over,” Brandt added.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Meranym Morgenstern
Category:Deoiridh Tuathanach
Category:Grey Bergman
Category:Ingrid Bergman