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[center][@Polaris North][@Jensoman][@Candy][/center]

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[center][h1][color=92278f]A Simple Question[/color][/h1][/center]
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[indent]The shockwave of magical energy didn’t give off any feelings of animosity, so Devlin reacted very little to the burst. Neither did she care too much about the effects it had on her or possibly anyone else around, since she had no control over it anyway.  

Clearly, this young, feral witch cared for little more than being woken from her sleep, and [i]Devlin[/i] had little other concern for anything other than an answer to the question she had. This felt like the closest she’d been to getting the answers she needed, and she didn’t want to do anything that might make this witch less receptive of her. 

First - taking her chances and with very pronounced actions to announce her peaceful intent - Devlin sheathed her sword and then turned from the witch to face Ren. She made fists with both hands, crossed the fists together in front of her, then quickly opened her arms as if to break the bond of her fists; relaying the sign of [i]‘safety’[/i]. But she added a very obvious wink to also portray her uncertainty. [i]‘be at the ready’[/i]. 

-It wasn’t that Devlin couldn’t have just verbally told Ren that she felt they were safe for now - or even let him make his own mind up on the matter - it’s just that she needed an excuse to turn away from the witch and deliver Ren a wink the witch couldn’t see. It was also a good opportunity to illustrate her friend’s disability to the witch-

After allowing Ren a moment to reply with sign of his own, Devlin was about to turn back to address the witch when she spotted Gabriel’s face peeking out from a shrub a little distance off. The end of his bow was clearly visible and, judging by the [b]massive shadow[/b] behind the shrubs next to him, he was obviously not alone. [i]Orcs…[/i]. The people Devlin met at the west gate had followed, though at a distance, and were no doubt readying themselves for the worst. Devlin, however, didn’t want them to crash the party before she could obtain any useful knowledge from the witch. 

In the hope Gabriel and those who were with him were paying attention, she discretely held up her open hand as a [i]‘stop’[/i] sign, suggesting not to take aggressive action just yet (the sign was hidden from the witch by Devlin’s body). She then, casually, turned back the witch with a vague though obviously forced grin of her own. 

“I woke you, yes, my apologies for the intrusion.” She said. “Your… [i]friends[/i] eyes are working fine. Like I’ve already mentioned, I wish to talk. I want to know about the undead army and giant [i]truffle[/i] pig invading Nadska right now. Are you responsible for the attack?” 

Getting directly to the point was the way Devlin liked it. No sense in wasting time on petty crap. 

To make it certain to the witch she wasn’t there to start a fight – even though it might have been a lie – she raised both her hands for her to clearly see she was unarmed.[/indent]