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[b]~Fort Daelantine, Barracks~[/b]

Perhaps she had spoken too soon, or too late. It was the awkward silence which she broke with her own fighting words, induced by a volatile reaction to Tyathe's words, but she couldn't help herself. Amy was used to being shunned and she didn't mind making jokes that ended up with people looking at her weird, but this wasn't either of those. The glances from her teammates hurt her soul, but now that she was fueled up and honestly still a little angry, she wouldn't let them get to her head. 

She [b][i]knew[/i][/b] she did and said the right thing, even if the others didn't agree. Once the mercenaries turn on them if they find a shard, or the knights jump at the opportunity to seize it, they will rue the day they didn't plead like her. They needn't become friends with the mercenaries, but it stung that the two groups still held a distance from each other that could always turn into a nasty case of getting stabbed in the back. And Amy liked her back stab-less.

She'd ignore Renar's words for the most part, staring back at the knight with an angry glance and a sizable pout as she waited for her teammate to turn around and leave her. She certainly didn't appreciate it, but she also had a hunch Renar was the type of person that was, well... blunt, to put it simply. Fuming in silence for a few more seconds, an idea came to her, and she grinned at the mischievous (and honestly childish) plan before using a bit of her magic to enact it. In the blink of an eye, she'd let her illusion magic loose to create on the rude knight's cape an inscription that spelled out "DUNCE" in large, colorful letters made of differently sized strings. Nodding to herself on a job well done, she'd let the childish illusion linger as she followed Steffen into the barracks.

Despite having the piece of cloth to grab the shard if they found it, she mostly used it to cover her nose from the smell of blood inside the building. She wasn't feeling too ill anymore, but she still hated the sight, and Amy ended up following closely behind the ingvarr knight. Every time Steffen was finished examining a body, she'd place her hand on their forehead as she ushered a silent prayer for their souls to Mayon. She was the only real cleric in the group that seemed to care about such things, and even though it was a tedious process she'd make sure to repeat it for everyone they found inside. At least these bodies were in better shape than the ones left outside, and she wondered if he was just being weak again, not starting with the gruesome ones outside.

[b]THUD[/b]

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a body hitting the floor, and she felt a jolt in her body as she quickly turned towards the source of the sound ready to face danger. She'd only find Steffen, but the body that he had just dropped on the floor had a different feel to it than the rest. Listening to the knight's request she'd finish up the prayer that had been interrupted before making her way over to the corpse. 

A quick examination of the tattoos and a silent prayer later Amy would turn to Fanilly, beckoning to the knight captain to come join her as she hunched over the body. [color=f49ac2]"Can you come help me with this captain? I'm sure it will go faster together, who knows what kind of sewn-in pockets they might have for hiding contraband. Plus... I'm not very good at checking the dead."[/color][hr]

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