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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: Esmeralda's shop[/color][/center]
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Falling back into a chair, Rhys grimanced as Esmeralda sat particularly on him to hold a knife to his throat. While this would classify as interesting, the small trickle of wetness that ran down his throat from the small cut the blade left made his face take a stern countenance. Rhys drew the line when it was his blood that was spilled. Anything before that was fun and games. Amusements to the rogue. His hands gripped Esmeralda's waist as he smiled with a cruel and cold gleam in his so plain eyes.

[color=Gold]"I came here for a reading, love."[/color] The Smiling Man pointed out to the witch. Despite the blade, despite her precarious position on him. [color=Gold]"How is your holding a knife at my throat going to get me to tell you anything? You slit my throat and I won't breathe a word, not living anyways."[/color] Leaning in slightly, Rhys's tone took a seductive route. Dipping into a sing-song croon that caressed the woman's ear. [color=Gold]"After all, how can I tell you about a son I know nothing about? I don't have much to do with any child save my own apprentice."[/color] His hand snapped up to attempt to knocked the knife from his throat, catching her wrists and pulling her against his chest as he kisses her cheek. [color=Gold]"Perhaps if you explained, my dear instead of trying to put holes in me. I might be willing to help- for a fee of course. Coin makes troubled times easier."[/color]

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Lavender]Location: Infirmity[/color][/center]
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Skaoi flinched at the horrid smell that filled the corridor, a foul stench she was [i]not[/i] allowing in the infirmary. As the Young Army woman shouted [i]'Belladona'[/i] and began to look rather ill, Skaoi left the papers to take a step towards the collapsed servant. Alarm visible in her pale features, as she reached for Fyror only to be grabbed and nearly tackled by the young man who begged her to help his friend. Looking into the man and Princess Luna's faces that were as pale as her own and bordering on panic the Healer smacked the man's hands from her with the sternness of a matron. Which in some sense she was.

[color=Lavender]"Stop shaking me!"[/color] Her voice was soft but it cut to the problem as the physik turned to the Princess. [color=Lavender]"Fetch Becky, and bring me opium and brandy- whiskey- anything along those lines. A wash basin of boiling water and a cloth."[/color] The woman orderd sharply as she grabbed the Young Army woman, forced her mouth open and shoved two finger down her throat before pushing her at the man. [color=Lavender]"Shove your forefinger and middle finger down her throat and make her vomit. Keep it til nothing else comes up."[/color] Her order was fast and furious as she strdoe towards Fyror. Now she was not the quiet and meek woman, but a physik saving lives. meekness would come later. She would begin to pump the possibly dead man's chest as she leaned down after covering her mouth with her apron- ripped from her waist- to force breathe into his mouth while trying to limit her own risk. It would not do to die as well when she was needed. Checking for any potential pulse. It was risky, but she would force herself to throw up after several breathes.