A Fort Aegis Thanksmas

[Ironsmith]

[Demonic Royalty]

"Whatever works for you. Sounds like you've got a while yet." Braon shrugs and gives them both a semi-affectionate squeeze before pulling out of the huddle. "Welp. Got you to cringe twice in a row, so I think my work here is done. I saw a couple familiar faces around here I might try catching up with." She takes a third helping of eggnog to go and turns to leave. "And since we already know who you're going to send to track Ananias back down again, let me know when I'm doing that, okay? Great. You three have fun now."

And with that, she's off to go make trouble.

"Fayyaad! You son of a bitch, how're you doing?" Braon gives the object of her affections an inebriated hug.

That's, uh, not Fayyaad.