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The dancing girl, after opening the door to the vardo wagon, raised one long slender leg and grasped a bronze railing which allowed her to clamor up without setting up the stairs.  Inside was a small bed, an elaborate vanity and a chest that double as a bench.  Herbs hung from the ceiling, twisting and drying amidst a number of crystals that drew in mystic energies.  She quickly moved through the small wheeled building and gathered up several items, one of which was a small jar.  She wasn't going to waste a valuable healing potion on someone she didn't know but she had lesser means of aid.

"Here," the dancing girl said as she returned to the door and tossed the jar to the thief she'd just met, "A poultice and bandages.  Tend to the man.  I'm going to aid those fighting the vampire."

Oh!  There was a new arrival present, a woman.  The dancing girl's gaze washed over the woman and quickly determined that she wasn't an immediate threat and then went back to thinking about the attacker inside the inn.

"Maybe she knows more about healing than either of us."

Setting down a silver tray on the edge of the vardo's wagon she crossed her legs and lit a trio of candles.  Thence began the chanting.  She then drew forth a leather skin and gestured towards it with several twisting fingers before pouring it into the tray.  Slowly an image formed of the ensuing battle, the twisting figures dashing towards one another, slicing and retreating.

"No coordination," the girl commented as she watched, "definitely not working as a team.  Time to show them how it's done."

Chanting again, the dancing girl wove another spell, this time one of significantly more interest to those involved in the combat.  A second Caligate stepped out of the lizard man's body, and then a third.  Then two more Hrothgars stepped out from inside Hrothgar followed by two identical women stepping out of the redheaded.  Until finally nine combatants stood to face the vampire woman.  Certainly, six of the nine were illusory but that left the vampire a good chance of attacking nothing but air.

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