have some wayyyy back flashbacks because I’m trying to sort my google docs and I keep finding things I only ever posted on twitter
An uneasy peace had settled over Claw Island in the aftermath of the battle, as everyone assembled there took stock of their victory and what it had cost them. Corpses were already being cleared from the ramparts and courtyard–and Trahearne noted, with a sinking feeling in his gut, that they were not all risen corpses–to be heaped onto mass graves that would be burned lest anything amidst them try to rise again. Most everyone was giving a wide berth to even the small amount of the Plaguebringer’s body that rose above the water’s surface, and they kept tossing it uneasy glances, no one quite daring to voice their fear that it might shudder to life once again and claw its way back onto the beach. Removing the dragon’s remains would be a feat in its own right, but Trahearne allowed himself to decide that for the moment that, at least, could wait.
He exhaled slowly, as a cool breeze rolled off the ocean to stir the flat leaves of his hair and rustle the clothes of the two figures behind him. “Are we sure about this?” he asked, though the question did not seem to be aimed at anyone in particular.
“Not remotely,” Wynnet muttered. The norn shifted her weight and tucked away a lock of hair pulled loose by the wind, and frowned when the human at her side responded to her comment with a quiet chuckle.
Doern glanced between Trahearne and Wynnet as they both eyed him expectantly. “We may not like it, but reclaiming Orr is going to be nothing short of a war. And if you want to fight a war, you need a military.”
“Five years of posturing and rabble-rousing does not make a military,” Wynnet insisted.
“I agree the Vigil is… untested steel, as it were,” Trahearne admitted, turning his gaze back to the bustling fort laid out before them, “but they are organized and determined. Do not forget they fought alongside you here, this victory could not have been won otherwise.”
Wynnet gave only a noncommittal grunt, but they lapsed into silence for a moment before they were finally joined by Efut and another sylvari–the up and coming warmaster Efut had initially left to locate.
“Conlaeth, you remember Doern Velasquez and Wynnet Fairhaired, and Trahearne I’m sure you know,” Efut said, tipping her head toward each of them in turn.