[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Magistrates Office
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Marcus
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	Kyra stepped into the Magistrates office building, the door closing simply behind her before she followed Marcus to his office and had a seat. Taking his seat across from her the exchange began over what had happened to both the town and out in the woods over the last week. Seemed there were a lot of similarities between both attacks. There were skeletons, both your common ones and exploding. Those that died in the battle rose again afterwards and some during. The red mist was another issue both had to face. Seemed though that the red mist did not appear in the town fight until later on, it wasn't until Femnal had come out of the tavern and took part.

	Kyra leaned back thinking to herself but she couldn't recall when the red mist decided to take part with her group. At least not a trigger for it since her group was together when the attack began. The only thing she could think of was the magic users but could that be it? Shaking her head clear of the thought she sat up and leaned forward as Marcus brought out a map of the village and showed where the attack had started and its progression. 

	It seemed he was both relieved that the Orcs were not the cause but at the same time nearly disheartened. It was more than obvious the man had a prejudice against the orcs, or was it just because with the Orcs not being the cause there was no one to point a finger at just yet. "Well what the hell are we supposed to do now? Other than just continuing to fight to stay alive?" he half asked her, half asked himself. 

	Kyra didn't say anything as she continued to study the map of the village. Her brow cocking a bit before she stood up. "What?" he asked as she took the map and folded it up. 

	[color=a187be]"Just want to go over it with my group,"[/color] she said before letting herself out after scribing a quick word back to her King and sending it on its way. It was time to get back to the tavern and wait for the rest to get back. She worried about Sana and her state, hoping that whoever Keystone had taken her to could help. 

	Down in the Temple, Yomdi was well, being Yomdi. Looking over the two new comers as they introduced themselves and explained what they knew. It was an odd way of listening, as he kept going from standing up, to crossing his legs and sitting down; stroking his beard as he went. Seemed he had a lot of energy or was just wishing there was a chair in his mediation area. Could have gone either way with him. 

	"Well that is just down right weird! And I know weird. Tell me, tell me, what were your original injuries?" he asked Sana, who was rather perplexed but tried to speak. Hearing the gravel coming out in her voice he clapped his hands over her mouth. "You sound like grating steel. Good thing you aren't a singer," he said. Sana turned her her trying to talk but he kept moving his hand back over her mouth. 

	"Someone else tell me. How did she get hurt? I can't listen to that voice."