Camilla's eyes widened with horror. She had been influenced by Chaos? An involuntary shudder of terror ran through her body making her tremble. Stories abounded about the slightest touch of chaos could bring and the had to ruthlessly suppress the urge to check herself to make sure she wasn't sprouting horns or wings or an extra limb. In stead she reached out slowly reached out a hand and with enormous hesitancy grasped the hilt of Cydric's wolf emblazoned sword.

The anticlimax was stunning and Camilla let out a deep breath she didn't realize she had been holding. From what she had seen of the sword if she truly were tainted the sword would have... what? Burned her hand? Blasted her to ruin? Something she was sure. Whatever had happend to her, it didn't seem to have marred her soul irretrievably. 

[b]"That,"[/b] she said with tremendous understatement, [b]"is a relief."[/b]

Pushing herself to her feet she went over to the window and gazed out over the darkened valley. Perhaps it had been a spell of some kind, but if that was the case did it mean that the chaos worshipers could reach out and touch her dreams whenever they wanted? She wished very much to be far away from this place, but if they had cast a spell on her, it might mean they were out there right now waiting. Another shiver ran through her.

[b]"I'm not going to be able to get back to sleep,"[/b] she told Cydric. Going over to the small table that served as her dresser she turned her back on Cydric and quickly slithered out of her silken shift and pulled on her normal travelling clothes, settling the comforting weight of her weapons belt around her hips.

[b]"Lets get some food and think about how we are going to get out of here."[/b]

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