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Alaira Taenn

The halfling scoffed at his words, looking off to the side for a moment. "Of course not..." She said, dismissively. When he confirmed just where she was, her frown deepened. "Faaantastic. I'll be back later then." She started, turning to leave. She stopped when he continued talking, sighing softly. She reached up, idly running her fingers along her ear as he spoke. 

She was quiet for several moments, taking her time before finally replying. "Need I remind you of what he's already done to us?" She asked quietly, turning around. "He almost killed all of you, and me. And if we didn't have Sam, I'd be a vegetable. I don't know what's worse..." Anger was plain in her tone, but she wasn't usually this... quiet. "And yes. That was his fault. He's the one that summoned almost all of 'em in the first place." She looked off to the side, and then back to him.

"Do you... remember the demon?... The one I killed?... I wouldn't blame you if you didn't." She reached down, grabbing at her shirt and pulling it up, just enough to expose her stomach. It was... a mess, frankly. Her skin was covered in scar after scar. Acid burns, gashes, scrapes... In fact, it looked more like her skin was just scar tissue. "I dove into it to protect you, all of you. And I'd do it again, but..." She let go of her shirt, looking off to the side as a look of uncertainty crossed her face. "These scars... are not scars I can be proud of. And my face..." She ran her hand across her cheek, closing her eyes. "...It isn't mine. It's some poor bastard's face the vitamancers grafted to my head and sculpted to look like my own. I guess they didn't want me to look like a zombie..."

She shook her head, looking down towards the ground before looking up to him. "The pain was... indescribable, Athalus. It felt like every part of my body was being shredded to pieces, with acid poured in every wound. And some nights, I feel it in my dreams..." She grit her teeth, sighing and calming herself. "I can tolerate his existence. But I won't forgive him. I can't." She sat down in a nearby bench, considering the last thing he had said. "I... Don't know. Maybe. I don't have a whole lot to do today..." She said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Grey Onyx

Grey stood by as Lucilia spoke, idly gazing out over the banquet hall as he waited for her to find what she was looking for. He watched her fiddle with various pouches of things he couldn't really identify, before a servant brought her a glass. She poured the medicine into it, and handed it off to the guardsman. Upon hearing his orders he nodded once, saying a quick 'Yes Ma'am.' before heading towards the headmaster's table, careful not to spill the concoction. Luckily, the hall wasn't as crowded as it had been earlier, a fair amount of the guests seemed to have gone off towards the fair, if he had to guess. 

He stopped once Lucilia had begun her little speech, looking over his shoulder towards her as he listened. He smiled lightly, she really did have a talent for that sort of thing. The end of her speech was a little... well, not odd. Her words resonated with him in some way. Yes... better to try and fail than do nothing and also fail. He felt a little better with that thought, it eased his mind somewhat. Nonetheless, he had a job to do. He arrived near the Archmage, gently tapping him on the shoulder. "Sir?" He asked, hoping he wasn't interrupting anything. "I'm afraid I'll need you to drink this. It's from Lucilia, she called it your 'Tea', I believe." He set the glass on the table before catching sight of the albino. "Ah, hello Leith. Enjoy the demonstrations?"
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