(It seems he knows what he's talking about, but Lucretia is still uncertain. If only the one person in their group who regularly blinks himself into the Astral Plane were here with her. She fidgets in front of the fire, and sighs when it darkly flickers in response to her silence.)
Of course it's a dream, (she says darkly, and glances up, wondering if she should go so far as to pinch herself,) Taako is going to have a field day if I try to ask him about a dream that I've had.
(Maybe she'll skip this one after all.) How long have you been dead?
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(It seems he knows what he's talking about, but Lucretia is still uncertain. If only the one person in their group who regularly blinks himself into the Astral Plane were here with her. She fidgets in front of the fire, and sighs when it darkly flickers in response to her silence.)
Of course it's a dream, (she says darkly, and glances up, wondering if she should go so far as to pinch herself,) Taako is going to have a field day if I try to ask him about a dream that I've had.
(Maybe she'll skip this one after all.) How long have you been dead?