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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: His home[/color][/center]
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Rhys gave a solemn nod as the boy informed him of his friends' deaths. So the Young Army's harsh regiment got them first? Perhaps it was for the best, giving this lad a better opportunity to see things as Rhys desired him to. While his motives were mainly selfish, Asher wouldn't deny he did feel something of compassion towards the boy. Though he figured that compassion was mainly resolved to show his old mentor up one on how you were [i]supposed[/i] to train an apprentice- in any field. However, Tom Meadow's scream split the lovely conversation. With a curse, Rhys raised his hand and cast a [b]Scream Screen[/b] over the room.

Wasting no more time, he doused the fire beneath his brewing potion and rushed into the small cell to find Tom about to go into cardiac arrest and bless his luck- breathing. Gripping the young wizard, Rhys was at a lost. He did not know much of the ways of things as this though he did look sharply up at the boy. [color=Gold]"Stay here and don't you dare touch that bloody potion. Read a book, be careful with them."[/color] Snapped the wizard as he began weaving several spells together. [color=Gold][b]"Read the mind of this here Mot. Cause this heart to beat strong and steady- not so fast yet none to slow."[b][/color] He could not help Tom, and he was loath to see a boy come to such harm- a thought that was unlike him a part of him noted. But Tom would serve him better alive. [color=Gold][b]"Mot listen here and listen well. When body is healed and mind is well I set a Call upon you. Return to your parents home. Take the rent to the Landlord in person."[/b][/color] It was a weak spell, but the last thing Rhys needed was his tenant's son dying on his floor.

All these troubled boys were making him go soft, the killer grumbled. [color=Gold][b]"Disappear, Reappear, Somewhere else, Take me there, Take me to Palace Infirmary. Disguise my look to appear tall and fierce. Golden hair and eyes of black."[/b][/color] Giving Badger one last warning look that he had best behave. But the room was gone a second later and he reappeared in the Infirmary with a snarl, hoping that he would appear menacing as a Darke Magyk user. Oh, it would stir things up, but the boy would get care for better and worse. If he engaged with a ExtraOrdinary Wizard? All the better to vent his rising irritation!

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Lavender]Location: Palace - Infirmity[/color][/center]
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Skaoi blinked as she looked about hopelessly at the maze of halls and different routes one could take. Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip as she hefted the small basket with her herbs and other equipment higher on her hip. The palace infirmary was about here somewhere, but she was partially terrified to ask for directions. Would it be considered rude and troublesome? She had received the plea for aid from the Healer Becky- or whatever they called such people! It seemed to very through the areas she had traveled through to escape the lies and horrors her brother had cast upon her reputation. Cringing at the old memory, Skaoi ducked her head as a pair of guards passed giving her a set of odd looks.

While she was not exactly pleased to be brought into Courtly matters that were far beyond her mere status, Skaoi could not exactly refuse. Stumbling through the door she gave a sigh of relief at finally have found the correct room. Bowing low to the two women, Skaoi's plain gown and veil looked oddly out of place in a Palace. Being just a little too plain against the finery of the halls and her surroundings. A time ago she would have walked through halls similar to these quietly directing servants and following the wishes of her family, but those times were long gone. The women from the Eastern Snow Plains straightened carefully, lest the basket spill out it's delicate contents. [color=Lavender]"I am terribly sorry for my tardiness, Your Highness, Healer. I am unused to this grand Palace and did not wish to disturb the work going on to see you both in comfort."[/color] Seeming to shrink within herself at the words, Skaoi gently set the basket off to the side. 

But as her blue eyes locked onto the Prince her demeanor changed considerably. No longer did she shrink but stand tall- well as tall as she could. Striding over to his bed side she closed her eyes in quick prayer she might save this life yet. [color=Lavender]"The Dragon-woman who came to the Palace declared him a 'mutant', yes? Могао бих га спасити."[/color] Giving a smaller bow to Princess Luna she directed the Royal with the tone of any doctor in a dire situation. Authority- though hers contained a edge of timidness. [color=Lavender]"If Your Highness would be so kind as to write down the information she can recall about those mentally ill family members? Names, relations, the noted instances of it. Please, Your Highness, no detail is too small."[/color] 

Laying a hand upon the boy's arm, the Healer reached within herself and focused on shutting his powers down. Releasing him upon noting no change, she nodded to herself more than the other two. [color=Lavender]"Your Highness- Prince Myrus-,"[/color] Skaoi notably cringing at using such a familarity with royals, but it seemed something the boy was used to so perhaps it would put him at ease. That was the key with powers she had noted. Feeling safe helped with most anything especially when odd things were happening without your consent. [color=Lavender]"Your Highness, we respect your wisdom of this 'Gold' but to help others you must first help yourself. We must be able to understand you."[/color] Her voice was a small thing, but her no-nonsense edge she took with young patients was there. A tone that generally appeared around those who needed it. With the upmost care Skaoi began slowly questioning the boy as to how he felt and running her hands over his forehead and checking his eyes. While she respected Becky, her own examination was necessary. If she had called upon the woman, Skaoi would be insulted if Becky did not do the same upon her patients. They were merely humans after all, and such folk made mistakes or missed things. It was their nature. So into the interrogation of the boy was she, Skaoi missed the entrance of another person to the room.