By the time Narsi had completed her transformation, the Breton, Alain, was already standing over her. "Alright, hold still, unless you [i]want[/i] something to break in that head of yours." He commented as he placed a bright, glowing hand onto her forehead. Almost immediately, any pain she was feeling would begin to dull, and her senses would begin to clear. "And drink this." The Breton ordered, practically shoving the potion into her hands. 

Meanwhile, Lorag was still standing over Narsi within her view, looking down onto her with his arms crossed. "This is one advantage to all this magic stuff, I've got to admit. Train as hard as we want, within reason. You'll be fine. Magic can stop damage from settin' in permanently. Train hard enough, and I might actually have to use a [i]weapon[/i] next time." 

Lorag too knelt down, bringing himself closer to Narsi and speaking more intensely. "[i]That[/i] is the kind of strength I'm offerin' to you here, girl. The kind of strength that lets you stare certain death right in the eye, then gouge it out. Back in her day, your mother was the strongest there was in this place, but that bar's only gotten higher and higher in this war. I can't really say if your mother's gotten [i]soft[/i] but she hadn't been gettin' any better loungin' around in that city of yours. We've been in a war, fightnin' for our own survival. No surrender, no option for defeat. We've gotten stronger, because we [i]had[/i] to get stronger. Now? Your mother's hardly even average compared to the warriors I've been trainin'. You want strength? This clan is where you'll find it." 

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[i]"Treeminder Thorantilth lives in his hut nearest the Hist tree, and Elder Reanaseer should be in her hut on the other side of the tree with her attendants.[/i]" Zharanthixil answered to Janius, though he received a curious look from Kaleeth. 

[i]"Reanaseer is still the Elder? I did not expect her to still be...alive, after all this time."[/i] Kaleeth said, finding it useful to try and distract herself from her guilt to keep it from showing. 

For the first time in their conversation so far, Zharanthixil actually showed a smile, if only for a moment. [i]"Nor did any of us, I would imagine."[/i] He said, returning to his serious tone just as quickly. [i]"Master-Hunter Juran-Selth lives in the largest hut on the very south edge of the village, along the stream. Though, he will most likely come looking for you."[/i]

Again, Kaleeth appeared surprised, but there was a hint of something more negative in her tone. [i]"Juran is the Master-Hunter now? But he was...is so young. He's hardly any older than me."[/i]

Zharanthixil remained firm. [i]"You know very well that the Master-Hunter is not a position for the aged and feeble. And he is capable; I selected him personally as my successor. [b]Your[/b] personal history with him had no bearing on his ability, or judgment. You will simply have to get past that if you want his approval."[/i]  

Kaleeth lowered her head and gave a sigh. "I understand."