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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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Rhys froze as his eyes took on a sleepy look. Dangerous, that was one word to sum up the man's look. "Yes." With that he stood up and drew Esmeralda tight to his chest, whispering down to her in that silky croon. "They are both green now, since I plucked the boy from the mob that was hunting the Young Army." Rhys was not stupid, piecing together the age, the boy was rather close in years to his night of desire with the witch.

Tracing a hand down her cheek, Rhys did not allow the disguising spell to break. "Tell me who his father is... To toss such a child to that twisted organization." There was a deadly edge to the rogue's voice. "Or was it you? Did you get tired of him? Was it too much?" A finger hooked under Esmeralda's chin as he tilted her head up. His hand stopping her from looking away. "Tell me the tale, Esmeralda. You're son is in grave danger and I need every bit of information I can gather to save my apprentice."

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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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Fyror was dead. Skaoi's mouth tightened as she withdrew and studied the situation again. Who would poison these people? Who would have the knowledge and do it so well with Belladonna? Those were questions for another time however as she had patients to tend to. Patients who were dying from a more dangerous killer than the Sickenesse. Her head whipped around to eye Tristan and the woman- Lady Lyra- if she remembered correctly. [color=Lavender]"Belladonna."[/color] She informed Becky giving a pointed look to Amarantha as she gave the other Physik woman the quick run down of the woman's symptons.

Turning her full attention to Tristan and Lyra she gripped Tristan's hand and led him into the Physik's Infirmary. It was going to do him more good than seeing a dead body. Pushing his head between his knees the woman held a hand over it for a minute, [color=Lavender]"Breath."[/color] She stated softly, looking to Lyra. [color=Lavender]"Put a basin between his feet."[/color] Moving over to her work table the woman quickly began mixing up a brew of calming tea and a few sedatives that would dull his thoughts a bit. Heart pains, trouble breathing, a shock, stress. She needed him to calm first and foremost then she could do her job. After a bit she pulled Tristan up by his shouler and genlty placed the hot tea to his lips. [color=Lavender]"Drink, Your Highness. My apologies for your rough treatment, but we have not time for niceties."[/color] Looking to Lyra she toyed with her words, deciding someone needed to know. [color=Lavender]"Please inform the correct people we need to let it be known that those with the Sickenesse cannot have magik preformed on them, by them, or around them. It's nothing certain, but a precaution."[/color]