[It takes a second for Alphinaud to right himself, but in that second, his mind hones in on the fact that this voice... sounds very familiar. A cold feeling settles in his gut, and as he looks up, the blood drains from his face.]
... Ysayle?
[It can't be. But she... Back at Azys Lla, he had seen her--]
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... Ysayle?
[It can't be. But she... Back at Azys Lla, he had seen her--]