[ Diarmuid doesn't sleep, but he does mull over the nature of his new summoning and what it'll mean for his personal wishes; if his new Master is uninterested in the Grail, then his purpose lies with whatever she deems fit to do with him.
This time. This time, he'll follow his liege to the end.
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The night is brisk, quiet. A thick shroud of fog seems to have built from condensation gathered in the trees, and Diarmuid blinks some dew out of his eyes, treading lightly through grass in material form. ]
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This time. This time, he'll follow his liege to the end.
The night is brisk, quiet. A thick shroud of fog seems to have built from condensation gathered in the trees, and Diarmuid blinks some dew out of his eyes, treading lightly through grass in material form. ]
Do you feel anything out of the ordinary, Master?