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[ Arya has gotten much better at using the camera on this thing since she arrived, and she's able to keep the camera focused on herself this time without much effort. Which is good, because she knows she needs to be taken seriously if this is going to work.
Arya is standing in the charred remains of what looks like was once a kitchen. The setting is on purpose -- it's a reminder to what happened, and what needs to be done because of it. ]
Hello, Hadriel.
You all know what happened last month. You know how the food was contaminated, and you saw the sickness that took many of us, and caused the sick to feed upon the healthy whether they liked it or not. This happened because we are too dependent on food from beings we do not see and do not fully understand.
[ She says, firmly. ]
We cannot afford to rely on the gods like we are children, and they are parents. There is enough of us here to survive on our own, all of us, if we work for it. We share one thing: whatever each person may think about this place, none of us were brought here willingly. That, I think, is enough to trust one another if not work together.
There are other ways to get food. There is a man named Newt here who knows how to grow it, and if that is your interest or specialty, it may be a good idea to talk to him. I can hunt, and I think there are a few more of us here who can as well. There is certainly enough of us to find food for everyone. Monsters can be meat, and more and more monsters are brought in every month. We need not go hungry, and we need not be helpless.
[ Arya swallows. Off-camera, she's digging her nails into her palms, not wanting to say her last piece, but knowing she can't keep hiding it forever. There's a brief pause before she gathers herself enough to continue. ]
My name is Arya Stark. If you would like to contact me. If you are interested in hunting, in learning, in teaching others, or even simply becoming independent as a city.
Arya is standing in the charred remains of what looks like was once a kitchen. The setting is on purpose -- it's a reminder to what happened, and what needs to be done because of it. ]
Hello, Hadriel.
You all know what happened last month. You know how the food was contaminated, and you saw the sickness that took many of us, and caused the sick to feed upon the healthy whether they liked it or not. This happened because we are too dependent on food from beings we do not see and do not fully understand.
[ She says, firmly. ]
We cannot afford to rely on the gods like we are children, and they are parents. There is enough of us here to survive on our own, all of us, if we work for it. We share one thing: whatever each person may think about this place, none of us were brought here willingly. That, I think, is enough to trust one another if not work together.
There are other ways to get food. There is a man named Newt here who knows how to grow it, and if that is your interest or specialty, it may be a good idea to talk to him. I can hunt, and I think there are a few more of us here who can as well. There is certainly enough of us to find food for everyone. Monsters can be meat, and more and more monsters are brought in every month. We need not go hungry, and we need not be helpless.
[ Arya swallows. Off-camera, she's digging her nails into her palms, not wanting to say her last piece, but knowing she can't keep hiding it forever. There's a brief pause before she gathers herself enough to continue. ]
My name is Arya Stark. If you would like to contact me. If you are interested in hunting, in learning, in teaching others, or even simply becoming independent as a city.
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[ Arya has never heard of sellswords training as children. Except that's more or less what she's done, and Arya doesn't want to think about that, either. She frowns a little. ]
Where I am from, sellswords are known to betray others. What if the gods make you a better offer?
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[ if she sounds offended, she is. ]
I do not offer my sword to the highest bidder and simply do whatever is asked because they flash some coin at me. I am a monster-slayer, I help those who call on us for help and I certainly do not meddle in the politics of lords or kings.
[ there's a pause and ciri snorts, arms crossed. ] They took me from my family and stole my means of returning home. They cursed others in the same position as I to possibly hurt their loved ones here and for what? There is nothing they can do to win my favor.
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I do not mean to presume. I just mean to keep myself safe. [ Arya probably still owes her an explanation, though.
She empathizes with what Ciri says next, and her voice is softer, almost a little melancholy. ]
I know what it is like, to have your family and home stolen from you. I know that, even if I do not know you well.
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[ she simply has no love for sellswords. a sellsword torn down her friend, beheaded them in front of her and another mutilated her face. she's been hunted down by them for most of her life now. ]
It is familiar, more familiar than being with them yet made all the worse since I had finally been able to reunite with them recently. It is not a feeling I wish I had to share with others.
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I am...glad. You had that opportunity.
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[ she spent so much of her life on the run. hunter down, chased across worlds and unable to even glimpse at her family. ]
That is why I will do everything to help those here. Plus, it would be good for more here to learn how to protect themselves against the monsters in these caves.
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[ Arya smiles a little. She doesn't quite trust Ciri yet, simply because she's never met the woman in person, but she's glad they have a similar outlook on things. ]