Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160730173418

Dee takes her axe and slings it on her back with her eye still on Praetor. "Much as I like a drink, Im not keen on good behavior in times like these, shanks.  I'd rather keep my blood boiled and my fire stoked.  The enemy ain't gonna stop for a piss and whistle while we pal around.  I'll deliver my message and decide what I'm gonna do next."

The three of them are brought to Melandil and Illyagrine, who are holding a discussion with several Rangers. He sees them enter, and looks down at Dee. His expression changes to one of shock.

"Lady Ironback!  We had held out hope that you and yours still held.  When I heard that a Dwarf had come to deliver a message, I had hoped it would be you."

"Lady Ironback? " Lucida says.

"Yes. Lady Diedre Ironback, daughter of Lord Bale Ironback." Illyagrine says.

"Bastard daughter," Dee corrects her. "Half Dwarf.  He never did anything for me other than give me his name.  Not that it matters now, what with the Dead beating down our door.  Oh, and trying to drill in from above.  There's that, too."