Ross kept her sword out but put a hand on Simon's shoulder. "This is not the answer." She said sternly. "Your vengence, if any, is with him, not this woman. Being a relation does not make her guilty and responsable for his crimes. That is not Marr's way."
Herrigan glanced at Gregor's hands. "Are you unwell?" He asked in a low voice.
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Ginnar sniffed as the dog licked his hand. "Wha' is tha' wonderful smell?"
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Grumblefoot nodded and pulled out his own stone. "Let me see if this will 'elp yer breathin' though." He put his hand on the man's chest and prayed under his breath, sending cool, rejuvinating energy through his hand.
Llew sighed with relief, glad that it was not another attack. "I can cast the spell as I did for Alyerra's mother, but it is only a temperary fix. If her split in personality is due to trauma or an imbalance of the humors there is little I can do in the long run though."
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Aloysiius stepped close to Tetri but Bella hesitated. "Buts-"
"Bella." The bard whispered as Hoddmimir sat up. "Please. Hurry."
She glanced at the other room, chewing her lip, but stepped forward to the Druid finally.
The Militiaman holding Danlore's arm laughed. "No one leaves until this is sorted out. The Overlord does not tolerate traitors lightly." The man scowled, noticing Kyriu and Danlore's ears. The Wizard swore in his head as he realized that all of the Militiamen present were Teir'dal.
The Lady Ventosis leaned to look behind Danlore. "Where had Padparadisch gone to? He is not hiding in there, I should hope."
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Isatis turned from watching the people below. She readied her bag of seeds, just in case the Ratonga needed to be rooted until Brienae returned with help.