[color=a187be]“Oh yes, yes of course I will Mister Jerod,[/color] Marianne said with an enthusiastic nod. [color=a187be]“You see, you are my friend now Mister Jerod. And I have to protect my friends, don’t you agree? If anyone bothers you, I’ll be sure to pluck out their eyes just for you. Yes, I imagine we’ll have so much fun in store for all of us.”
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An uneasy calm was present in her voice though it was probably just a trait that all Dark Mages shared. The folks from Plegia weren’t exactly known for their benevolence, especially since their involvement with the Fell Dragon Grima all those years before. One had to wonder though why a native from that dark land had now chosen to side with the boy destined to represent Naga.

These thoughts and wonderings had to be put on hold though as Konrad gently interjected himself into the conversation at hand. Marianne paused before smiling warmly at him, recognizing him as the one who had expressed concern over her bloodied hands. Which, in actuality, they were still stained red from the dried blood even now.

[color=a187be]“Ah, hello there Mister Healer. It’s very nice to see you again…oh yes, that reminds me! Given that you are all my [b]F.R.I.E.N.D.S.[/b] now, I have to give you tokens of my own friendship! Let’s see…ah, yes, here you go, one for each of you.”[/color]

Digging in her dress pocket, Marianne produced two severed fingers for the two men. The digits were crusted with blood and age and she happily offered them with that same caring smile of hers.