NathreeDe'Shezbron wrote:The little girl was very confused, but she listened to Cinder, and curled up against Suru's side. Obviously the explanation made little sense to the girl, but she was tired, and the sun was already very low in the sky. Within minutes, the little child was fast asleep.
Back at the grove, Een Jael scoffed at Bryzyne's words, "A holy drow? If you were not with Zyeke, and within this grove, I would have never believed you. The only kindness I have received from drow was at the hands of a priestess of House Hun'ana, after the matron decided she no longer needed a half-drow sullying her court. I owe my full blooded drow brethren nothing, except a swift death. You all can fend for yourselves." The reflective part of Een Jael's mask no longer showed her reflection, rather there were brief flashes of a muscular half elf being dragged by a trio of guards towards a large vat of some steaming liquid... then only momentary flashes of red hot agony. Slowly the turmoil in the mask reflection faded, and a soft female voice chanting healing prayers rang out throughout the clearing... or perhaps it was simply in Bryzyne's mind.
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