(Emprise du Lion, Elfsblood river, near statues covered in icicles) * Sera: (Laughs.) Up there. Giant icicle tits! Ice.. tittles? * Blackwall: You're looking for "titsicles." * Sera: Oh, that's good. * Vivienne: They were in fashion for a while, you know. * Sera: No. Really? * Vivienne: Absolutely. ─────── * Blackwall: Right, how's it end? * Sera: What? That tavern tale? * Blackwall: Come on! You left off elbow deep in... circumstances. That can't be it. * Sera: That wasn't her name, but yeah, that's as far as the story ever gets. Why are you complaining? * Blackwall: Because I can't stop thinking about it. I need to know the end! * Sera: Why would you want to stop? The whole point of the good bit is thinking about the good bit. If i tell the