Vulkan 707

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*Jillian nods as she walks.*
Jillian: Yes, I am a knight of Eld... or was.
*She makes it to Merg's door, and turns to Silvan.*
Jillian: Please wait here.
*She check's Mergs's door, if it's locked she knocks, if it isn't she enters silently.*

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Jillian: As you say captain.
*Jillian watches the Anderson walk off, turns to Silvan, and shakes his hand.*
Jillian: Well met I am Jillian of Gilead. You knights are different then us... not well tempered. Now I must go, I cry pardon.
*She sighs, and strides into the room towards where Merg is sleeping.*

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Jillian: Good.
*She meets his gaze with a hazel eyes, and her smile drifts away.*
Jillian: Listen to your men... your anger is clouding your judgement so I will accompany you. I stand for the truth, and will seek it have no fear of that. If anything allow me to search this place for your supposed "Butcher," I can bring you her to you, if she truly is here.

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*Jillian nods to Anderson in understanding.*
Jillian: I understand your anger, but I will not allow anymore bloodshed.
*She grabs his shoulder again.*
Jillian: Understand that I will be in your way if you plan to harm any of the occupants of this room, are we clear? *Turns to Silvan.* It's fine, but I will not let someone recklessly run through this place on a witch hunt.

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*Jillian keeps her face placid, and fold up the piece of parchment. She grabs Anderson's shoulder to halt him.*
Jillian: No trial, just execution? Doesn't seem like the honorable way. *She thinks.* You cannot simply barge in here, and kick down doors. The people here are taking refuge, and I will not let you disturb them. You and your men are welcome to sleep here, but do not disturb anyone.
*She crosses her arms, and looks over at Elmyra.*
Jillian: Agreed?

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*Jillian frowns, isn't a big fan of people demanding, and not asking.*
Jillian: We may have room for you and your men... But I would like to ask some questions first, before you are admitted. Who is it you seek? Maybe I can be of assistance.
*She examines all the knights, and manages to keep her lovable smile.*
Jillian: Also, who do the oakleaf knights serve?

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*Jillian nods to Merg.*
Jillian: Sai thankee, but hopefully they will stop trying to find me. Have a good rest.
*She paces around the room, smoking her cigarettes.*
*Hears the commotion outside, and decides to check it out. She looks at the knights, and tilts her head slightly not liking their tone*
Jillian: Well met, I am Jillian, and you are?

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Jillian: I don't know, hopefully...
*jillian looks over at the Low men corpses.*
Jillian: Hopefully not, but if they do show up I will be ready.
*She sighs roles herself a cigarette, and lights it.*

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*Jillian face darkens for a moment, and she shakes her head.*
Jillian: I don't know if anything could have been done... and it's the good man Farson he did all this. Acted like some savior, but he brought the downfall of all.
*She sighs, and manages a weak smile.*
Jillian: I cry pardon, my negativity is getting the better of me.

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*Jillian nods.*
Jillian: Firearms are dangerous, and powerful. Though mine is a little old fashion.
*She sighs, and brushes back her bangs.*
Jillian: They are called Low men, they work for a dark power that destroyed my home, and killed off most.. if not all my kin. I think they wish to finish the job by slaying me.