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[sub][@Rtron],[@Lucius Cypher], [@May], & [@Luna][/sub]

Darell eyed each student, from Athalus to Helen, carefully. There were signs of anxiety, tension and suspicion that laced their body language upon interacting with him. They ranged from subtle to obvious (in Athalus’ case) as they explained their situation, his expression giving nothing away that he had noticed it. Inwardly, however, he had wondered how long they would last within the Nox if they kept this up. Pushing the thought away for the moment, he pondered on what had been said for clues over why his Nox connection had dwindled since his arrival. 

After finding little information to help him, he looked up to see Colette glare at him. He couldn’t stop his reaction, his eyes rolled and shoulders shrugged, at her childish behavior toward him when he shared the facts about demons. She could trust her rotten little ‘darlings’ all she wanted, but that changed nothing about their vile nature. Give some sins an inch… they would easily consume her and her friends, proving not all sins should be forgiven. They stemmed from mortals after all and over time, they always showed their true colors. 

Something finally registered with Darell that he had overlooked before. Before stepping to the front, his eyes tightened on the older Slaughter Port resident while a quiver edged into his tone, “Wait, Athalus… do you mean to say, we’re the only ones left alive? That can’t be true.”    

As if on cue, a sound broke any chance for an awkward silence. A blood curling scream. It was followed by shouts of panic then silenced by a monstrous roar ahead of them causing Darell to jump abruptly in place. Impulsively, his foot took a step back and skin drained any color from his flesh. He stared down the dark, eerie corridor stretching before them. His head darted to Athalus for an answer to his lingering question and added another more urgent one. 

“Was that more s-students? S-shouldn’t we go help them?” 

[h3][center]Diplomacy at Yarosmere[/center][/h3]
[u][color=lightcoral]Mar,[/color] Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location[/u]

Mar ignored the mouth agap traitor Baulder in order to keep her temper in check. However, her eyes watched from her peripheral vision carefully because she didn’t trust him to continue to behave. Words of the wrong variety set him off with Aramir and there was little telling what else might, harmless or not. Mentally, Mar blamed Uicle’s lack in foresight over the student’s missing control over his temper. Even Tyrael wasn’t this bad from her recollection and at least directed his fury at objects rather than the source. 

When Baulder finally closed his mouth then addressed Sahra, the once Naga found herself bitterly agreeing with him. The others were first on their list and Uicle had made it expressly clear they observe, not get involved. Right now the Resistance seemed determined on getting their aid in this assault. She didn’t like it. It would hurt their ability to convince, though slim, the College to side with murders instead of victims. 

Primarily the only reason she had came was to see the fate of her people. When that was completed, she would leave with the others and not get involved with the Yarosmere fighting. In truth, she had seen enough to last her a long time. Distracted by her thoughts, Mar didn’t note when Enasha rose up quicker than usual and started to stumble. When the girl bumped into the wobbly Naga, then gripped her shoulder causing her to lean forward rapidly. Immediately, Mar stepped backwards and leaned too far to account for the girl’s weight in order to catch herself. 

Summer seemed to notice this. Within a few moments, she  held out her arms and pushed Mar forward to stop her from falling. After a bit of back and forth, Enasha finally stabilized herself at last then turned to Sahra.  

[color=lightcoral] “Thank you,”[/color] Mar quietly spoke to Summer. 

When Enasha’s question was answered, she stepped forward and voiced the question she had on her mind since she arrived at the city,[color=lightcoral] “Do you have idea how many Naga have been wiped out so far? We watched one tortured into Malice and several on the wall, but the number is hard to determine how many were lost.”[/color] 

She held little hope for any information but was hopeful. Either way, a simple walk into the desert would provide all the answers she needed if none could be find here. Unlike many Yarsomerians, she knew at least where a few Naga clans would hide out and collect having been a Tyro before.