PC WITH HARROWHAWK

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[Something about what he says makes her look nauseous.]

. . . You really oughtn't praise an effort you haven't seen.

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All four of you are alive. Is that not praiseworthy enough?

[Because like, if someone ended up dead, that would be another thing entirely.]

But yes. I suppose I cannot judge. [A low huff.] Why...were you all wearing those hats, by the way?

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[As they're talking, something in her expression just. . . closes off.]

We thought the hats might have been important when we found them, but they were meaningless.

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[There was a teddy bear in Sheila's hands. She looked distraught. They all did.]

[Douman's expression doesn't change. They simply ask, quietly:]

Was there someone else with you all, Harrowhawk?

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[There was a teddy bear in Sheila's hands, but it wasn't very cute looking. It was kind of dirty, and would have been an odd pick for a cuddly toy.

Anyway, Harrow's mouth turns down into an ugly scowl, her dark eyes glinting.]

Indeed, there were. Monsters. Is that not scintillating enough? I could try describing them.

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Scintillating?

[Douman shakes their head. The bells on the tufts of their hair jingle, lightly.]

...Describe them, if you wish. If you feel you need to.

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If I feel I need to?

[She laughs a little at that, short.]

They were monstrosities - humanoid giants, enormously fat and ravenous. Except for the one in the school, with a long neck like a snake. She was particularly nasty.

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[There's only a stare at her laugh.]

How dreadful. They sound like monsters I would've seen haunting townsfolk, in my time alive.