[ Despite the moment's weakness she had shown, she is standing straight once more, poised. She has a sorrowful look about her, mouth downturned as its general expression. If nothing else, it makes the black dress suit her demeanor. She pauses at the countertop where the water carafe is, her hands curled around the stone as she turns her head to look at out a window. Sorrowful, and tired.
She pours her water then and returns to her seat. The glass placed first, then she removes her cloak to place it over the back of the chair. Too informal a setting to require it, she thinks. ]
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She pours her water then and returns to her seat. The glass placed first, then she removes her cloak to place it over the back of the chair. Too informal a setting to require it, she thinks. ]
What rank does the Wintersmith hold?