[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr]Mad Mary, hm... delusion could explain her howling, though perhaps that delusion was caused by some aspect of Morgantha's cruelty? If she'd taken Gertrude, and the madness had come about afterward... somehow, the thought of contemplating this was uncomfortable. Like another was watching them, judging them.

A drunken fist smashing into wood broke him out of his considerations, and he began to tell Lucian, [color=deepskyblue]'We can leave as soon as the rain ceases,'[/color] only to be rendered unable to say more than this by an impossibly loud, piercing howl; immediately clamping his hands over his ears, trusting that Lucian would have the same reflex, he glanced around to try and figure out who in Helm's name was doing this.

His eyes ultimately landed upon Mhyrienne, the Elven woman nothing like as shocked as the others at the noise, and staring directly at the apparent source of the hollering. He wasn't sure whether this was her doing, but he could hazard a guess at the matter.

Once the Genasi's punching ceased, and the screeching noise abated, Talran removed his hands from his ears again, frowning at Mhyrienne for causing it, before returning his kinder attention to Lucian again. He reminded himself that he had to ask Lucian about a certain matter...

[color=deepskyblue]'Child,'[/color] he started, [color=deepskyblue]'just so you know, I get the distinct impression that Morgantha isn't done with you yet. In the near future, if you have any... how can I put this, odd dreams, dreams where she or another in her stead try to convince you of anything, or dreams that seem designed to try and terrify you, and in any case are recalled perfectly afterwards, do feel free to come to me about them, if you wish to see them sorted.'[/color]

He felt his speech was less persuasive than he was hoping, but hopefully, he wouldn't need to say much to convince the child to talk about it, especially with a paladin. Once he received an answer from him, he nodded and stood, ready to move to the next item on his list.

[color=deepskyblue]'Lady Anala,'[/color] he called, stepping over to her, his face twisting into a bit of a frown as he considered what to say next. She had been good friends with Markus, or so he understood from how she reacted to meeting him again. So, then, she'd be grieving his loss, and a few kindly words might be of use.

[color=deepskyblue]'I, ah... feel I ought to say, I'm so dreadfully sorry for what happened to Markus,'[/color] he began, tone slightly sorrowful, but largely remorseful. [color=deepskyblue]'I truly wish I could have done something to save him, and- well, I'm sorry for your loss, my lady. If you'd like to talk further, I'll always have a shoulder or two for others to lean on,'[/color] he offered. Naturally, he felt that it'd only be right for her to take on Markus' possessions. He imagined it'd be what he'd want in this situation, and until further notice, he'd make sure to the best of his ability that no others filched them from his body.

Not that they'd be interested for now, given the antics the Genasi and Mhyrienne were apparently up to in the hole Orhvin had punched his way into. The man's rope throw had been quite exceptional, and the Elf was consequently taking advantage of it to take a large portion of treasure. Hrm. Let her have it, then, for now at least; he had more important matters to attend to.