[ It's clear she's pressed the damn thing close to her mouth; it carries every tremble in her voice, every strangled snarl, echoes with the sounds of men dying in pain. ]

Just fucking woke and had the word on Caer Scima.

[ Linn and Harry were there. There's some utterly inhuman quality to the bleak, black rage in her voice; it crackles like lightning, snaps like the rapport of a whip. ]

I'm going there. Half-hour foray. My lines can hold, my lieutenant is informed. If there's anything you want saved, any person you want found, say it now.