It hurt. For all that she is a brilliant thief, Asca's normal intelligence is about average.
"Deja, let's not forget why we're here. There's a very strong chance that the sect of monks are still here somewhere. Hels, for all we know they could be-" And then they were right there. A procession of what could only be monks-older men, shaved heads, in robes the colors of the sunset(and the Wall). Asca's jaw dropped. She pointed, unable to find a way to word things. Her head was still hurting, after all.
((there! it was my turn. now it's someone else's!))
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