Chapter 12-3
So, it wasn’t totally unexpected to see Fand and her Coritani amongst those gathered with the horde tonight. What was surprising was the Queen’s expression. Boudicca could almost feel the ground quake with each step of Fand’s massive bulk, and as the distance between them lessened, she felt her own confidence and resolve falter. Boudicca felt for her torc, seeking solace from Andraste’s presence and power from the Divine. There was no response and she felt the lack of support, when she had come to rely upon it so often, as acutely as the sore hurt of loneliness. Fand faced her squarely and dropped the sack at their feet. Once the rough material had held Romani flour, but now it was covered in clotted blood. Boudicca couldn’t help but be curious about its current contents. ‘Ask her what
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