[Upon finding and reading a certain public notice put up by the tavern, Korrin stalks away to destroy some training dummies for a few hours. If there was ever any doubt that she's been holding back before, the mess that's left behind after she's done should make that clear enough. It's late when she finally returns to the quarters she offered to share with Araceli, still deeply furious but able to contain her rage to ranting and pacing now. Her expression is hard and set, the rest of her body rigid with tension. It's doubtful that even time in the hot spring could make that disappear.]
Fucking Anders. Vashedan. That abomination has no business being alive, what the hell are they thinking....
Just after the Anders announcement
Fucking Anders. Vashedan. That abomination has no business being alive, what the hell are they thinking....
[Hi Araceli, how are you?]