Letter to Matron Aubrey Domergue

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Matron Aubrey,

I came to your hall of Balladeers with a straight offer, my spear and loyalty added to the Rose's cause in exchange for the sister-coven's help tearing this hag's curse out of me.

What I got  was a lesson in theatre.

That squire, Onion, sat to question my morals like I was some caged wolf and not a warrior. Spoke of honor, protecting the weak, and all heroisms a bard would like to hear before a killing. Then, without a blink, she bent her ear to a Condottiero who interjected. Suggesting I should kill a woman in revenge for her dead recluta.

Don't mistake me, killing to join a warrior's band is no strange rite. Blood earns trust, but don't piss on a man's boots and call it rain. If the Balladeers want to preach honor, they'd best live by it.. and not twist their words the moment they want a killing done.

So I'll speak plain. If I spill blood for your cause, will you even keep your word? Your squire suggests you bend you morals easily enough.

I'm not here for empty or honeyed words. Give me your oath or don't waste my time.

—Ivar son of Skargrim