[ A woman with a white dog stands there, a spear at her back. There's a moment where Carver settles, preparing himself for a fight against an enemy with a reach weapon, but -
But then she pauses, and speaks like she knows him.
He gives her a narrow look. ]
I know you?
[ He'd remember a face like hers, Carver thinks. Her shock of white hair and that scar cutting across her nose. But then again, he forgets a lot of faces in the field; there's no point in remembering all of them. He's got too many ghosts already. ]
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But then she pauses, and speaks like she knows him.
He gives her a narrow look. ]
I know you?
[ He'd remember a face like hers, Carver thinks. Her shock of white hair and that scar cutting across her nose. But then again, he forgets a lot of faces in the field; there's no point in remembering all of them. He's got too many ghosts already. ]