The masked man nodded, "Very well, tomorrow we shall catch up to the rest of your friends in Luskan..." He paused when a dark skinned hand grabbed the hem of his robe. Zyeke was awake, woken by the sounds of Bryzyne's voice. His eyes were barely open, but he still seemed to be aware of the conversation, "Please, teach her what you know. You might awaken her powers." Een Jael looked down at the drow, and even though his eyes were hidden, the contempt he held for the weakened drow was obvious as he roughly jerked the hem of the robe out of the monk's hand. Zyeke continued, "Your debt will be paid in full. Please, help her." Een Jael paused at those words, whatever his debt to the monk seemed an enticing offer. He considered it for a moment, "Very well," He replied, "I shall help the girl, if you release me from your service." Zyeke nodded weakly, "I promise you will be released," he said. The monk said nothing more, his exhaustion getting the better of him. Een Jael looked up again, addressing Bryzyne, "Can you travel back to your companions?"
A fight need not end with the death of participant. A fight also ends when the desire to do violence is gone.Zyeke