[color=a2d39c]~Maria~[/color]

She calmed down a bit when the woman thanked her, then calmed down a lot when the man threw a bag of coins at her, but as soon as she took a look around, she was filled with horror. Unspeakable chaos had set the tavern ablaze, ignited fighting in the street, and struck fear into the town square. Her heart pounded, and her breath grew short.

Where was Jason? 

With the bag of coins, Maria ignored the man’s commands and rushed about the panicked square, looking for her son. She searched high and low, in between the crowds, the alleys, the windows. She could not bear the thought that Jason was in the tavern. 

Then finally, she found him in the alley way behind the store. Wordlessly, and without even acknowledging the people he was with, she grabbed his hand, and ran back into the shop. Jason followed reluctantly, peering back at the man as he was dragged along by the arm.

Jason was found, but not safe. She needed to help the people outside. Maria hastily shoved the bag of coins behind the counter, and retrieved her spell book. She doubted that there would be any survivors from the inn, but she needed to do what she could, not just for Jason and herself, but for the town of Waeldeshore, which she had grown to love. 

Maria held Jason by the shoulders and peered into his eyes. [color=a2d39c]“Stay here, and don’t move. I’ll be back soon. I promise.”[/color] She kissed his forehead, then darted outside. 

Quickly, she hid behind one of the abandoned merchant stands, hoping that no one would see her. Opening her grimoire, she muttered an incantation over the figures she recognized in the carnage. She was too far away to heal the man with the wounded arm or the man with the split open hand, but the least she could do was send a spell that helped cleared the combatants’ minds and heightened their senses. 

She would be dead if she was discovered by the guards or the skeletons. 

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[color=8882be]~Jason~[/color]

Jason was definitely not staying inside when there was a chance to witness Joffridus saving the day. Sneakily, he climbed up on one of the high shelves behind the counter, rummaged around, and pulled out a beautifully crafted dagger. Apparently, it was his grandfather’s handiwork. 

He rushed outside to rejoin Joffridus and the ladies, ready to fight with them. He had spent many long hours swinging sticks in the air and pretending to defeat imaginary goblins, so he was definitely ready for perilously dangerous mortal combat. The dagger felt kind of heavy, though. 

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