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	Lynn floated back slightly when Nailah ran up to her, unsure of what she was doing. As the girl circled her, she slowly descended in the air and stepped off her staff, her head turning back and forth to follow her. When she moved in and hugged her, she was at quite a loss for words, not expecting the sudden assault. Her face had turned quite red when Nailah buried her face in her chest. 

[color=7FFFD4]"Wha-! Hey!"[/color] she said in surprise, not quiet able to say or do much about it as Nailah went on, and the fact that the hug was quite surprisingly strong making it a bit difficult to breathe. [color=7FFFD4]"I-I'm Lynn...Meditrina,"[/color] she answered, [color=7FFFD4]"a-and please... not so hard... can't breathe,"[/color] she added sheepishly, her ears folded down a bit.

	
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	Dremmick noticed Mason turn around and stare at him momentarily before heading out of the tent. [color=A52A2A]"Go, I'll be here when you come back."[/color] He then watched Mason go and relaxed in the medical bed for a while. Dremmick waved a hand over himself, and the blood that was on his body and clothes lifted off him as he tossed it to the ground. He slowly sat up and looked around. Mason said he brought that agent here, right? He had a thought about going to find her and finishing the job, but not that things have settled down, he figured that it may be more lucrative to interrogate her instead, as much as he didn't like the idea of keeping her alive. Instead, he reached back into one of his pouches and pulled out a small notebook and charcoal pencil. He opened up the little book, seeming to open it directly to a drawn picture.

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	He stared at it for a long time, memories flowing through his mind about a time when he could say he actually happy. He took a deep breath and flipped to a new page and began to write.

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Today my curse has grown exponentially. It now has spread further, nearly covering
the upper portions of my chest and reaching down my back. That fool of a healer
demands respect yet can't even control her power, its pathetic. I heard the voices
again. They all sounded like a twisted version of my own, calling for me to delve
deeper into madness with promises of power. Save for one. It sounded like you. I 
could hear your voice call to me, warning me of the assassin that approached me.
I don't know if this is some silver lining, but if I one day start to lose myself
to this curse before I can fix this mess I've caused, would I be able to hear you 
more? Ciara, hold out for me just a little longer. Nuxta is on the move, and I fear
that if we separate now, he will try to steal you away, and I cannot let that happen.
We will be together again, I swear it.
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	Dremmick closed the notebook and sighed as he put it and the pencil away. He stood up from the bed and looked around. The Dolofon agent had to be in one of these rooms. Although he didn't plan on doing anything to her at the moment, he thought keeping an eye on her would be in his best interest if she tried to run. He searched through the tents until he came upon one that had a few staff in it. They were treating the agent it seemed. Apparently she was taken by some of the poison that the plants had, and from the sounds of it, it was a nerve poison, one that temporarily paralyzed it's victims. Dremmick decided to leave her for later, knowing that she couldn't make any moves without raising alarm now and went to the Taxis HQ to see if he could find some answers on the samples he left earlier in the day.