[Unsettling business. He holds counsel enough with so many dead men and a woman whose blood he wore once like warpaint, it's too fucking ghastly to imagine a scenario where speaking with them again could be a corporeal reality.
He strokes his beard, rubs his knuckles against the bristles of it.]
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He strokes his beard, rubs his knuckles against the bristles of it.]
Can you raise them?