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The Room

*Lecter sighs softly at the sight of Jilial and Horus*
Lecter: Just because he's gone doesn't mean you have to be. Doubt he'd want that.

*Finnick is still passed out for now*
*Elewynn heads outside to get some air, and to think about her situation*

The Room

*Lecter grunts as he rips another shard out of him and he nods to John*
Lecter: Staying here is death. For all of us.
*His eyes fall on Horus, and notices his scent change*
Lecter: Jump start his heart, he might come back shortly. Can't say it'll be for long though.

The Room

*Lecter managed to turn and catch Karma before getting hit by various shards*
Lecter: Puta...
*He takes a few steps forwards, wincing with each one*
Lecter: ...Madre.
*He drops his weapons and starts trying to rip the shards out of himself*

*Finnick rolls over in his sleep and mutters about a waste of a rune*

The Room

*Lecter twirls to avoid the stab and sidearm throws Karma at the Praetorian's eyes in the same movement*
Lecter: Time to die.

*Elewynn turns to regard the two new humans and sighs internally, not wanting yo get between a pissing match of humans. She simply stands up and goes to find Finnick, who is staggering out of the bar. The Elf rolls her eyes and helps Finnick to the nearest furniture for him to sleep in*

The Room

*Lecter growls as he gives ground, and dashes backwards, leaving his arm blade in the Praetorian in the process*
Lecter: One of you got away. Two is too fucking many.
*He extends his free hand, and Karma flies towards it (like a Jedi lightsaber, basically)*

*For reference, Finnick is in the bar, and Elewynn is the the kitchen*

The Room

*Finnick watches Taboo topple over and he giggles*
Finnick: Lightweight.
*He then stands up, grabs a bottle, and wanders off to see what else he can find. The mage also makes a note to find out more about what a weretiger is when Taboo is awake*
*Finnick casts a ward on Taboo as an afterthought, so if anyone tries to mess with her when she's asleep they'll get hit with a blast of ice*

*Elewynn frowns again*
Elewynn: Perhaps they are creatures of a forgotten time, but I am doubtful of them being any god. The Maker has never come to our world, and the Dalish gods are gone.

The Room

*Lecter staggers back from the scratch, and growls*
*He then twirls his arm blades and stabs one of them at the Praetorian's arm*

*Finnick frowns*
Finnick: Either you don't trust your own race, which is smart, or you should say what you are.

*Elewynn raises an eyebrow*
Elewynn: A cursed one, and a wisp, perhaps. Interesting combination to have.

The Room

*Lecter tries to twirl away from the Praetorian again, but still gets raked in the chest, and then reels from the scream, cause his heightened senses can't take it*
*He does have a high pain tolerance, so he doesn't pass out, but he's still heavily distracted from the fight, where he tries to raise his blades to defend himself as best he can*

*Finnick nods*
Finnick: That's why I don't like prisoners. Either kill your enemies, or make a deal with them. No loose ends.

*Elewynn raises an eyebrow*
Elewynn: Interesting? How so? Mages, or perhaps a travelling group?

The Room

*Elewynn returns the frown*
Elewynn: Tall, horned warriors and prophets to their belief system. You would know them when you see them, no one else looks like they do. I'll have to admit, I am glad that there isn't one here. They are often too fanatic for my liking.

*Finnick frowns*
Finnick: Your kin? Does your family have some sort of blood feud?

The Room

*Lecter leans to the side to let the spear fly towards a mess vital area of him, and tries to use his arm blades to deflect it further*
*He's too busy with the spear to prepare with the charge, but at least notices it moving in*

*Elewynn nods*
Elewynn: Not too many. Are they all human? Amy dwarves, or Qunari?

*Finnick shrugs*
Finnick: Hide in plain sight. And if any guard comes knocking, I can just do some illusion magic and convince them to look the other way. Or make sure that there will be consequences if they come for me.