Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

if another Grisha claimed it.
Women in Fjerda are modest and pious.
I speak six languages.
[soldier 3] No, the other way!
She was abducted by Fjerdans.
The mighty Fjerdan has fallen.
[wind gusting]
to kill her.
What you want is irrelevant. Where are they now?
Neither do I, so I'll just be on my way.
What are you?
Drüskelle do not get lost.
She didn't get on with others here.
It's just me.
[Mal inhales sharply]
And once we're through, no one can stop us.
This is different.
You won't get far out here without it.
I'll swim. You…
Tell me how I can help.
I… am not lost.
She fled on her own.
Mmm.
How much does he know?
[laughs]
Go as far north as you can, Arkesk if you can make it.
[in English] It was my power keeping you warm, Drüskelle.
They volunteered. They knew the risks.
[indistinct chatter]