As far as I know, she was herself. But it was impossible to talk sense into her. Nothing I said could convince her that I had no involvement in what was going on.
[Come noon, Sieghart reclines on a lounge chair by the pool with his oversized sword propped up beside him. He's not here to tan, being clothed as he is, but to nap out in the light. He's having a grand time by himself.]
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