Re: Chapter 17.4 And The Crows Will Dig Your Grave
The widow pauses unfocusedly herself, a bit confused. "It's your name..." her eyes narrow again, though she's started to shiver a little with the cold and pent-up adrenaline. "If you go outside, your assessment may be accurate, but you have no reason to go outside if you don't mean to help us track the snake-wizard. None. Nothing, despite everything that has been thrown at us, has got into the library; it is the safest place in sixty miles, and is furthermore warm and dry, and reasonably provisioned. You are trying to get yourself killed, and I won't allow it. I won't!" Tears of stress, never far from the highly-strung laudenum addict, finally boil over her lashes to re-streak her cheeks, though her stance doesn't change.