[center][h1][color=lightblue]Cilia Cosgair[/color][/h1]

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Cilia watched the exchanges with some interest, she was still weary of this new person. Axley's exchange and Snow's reaction weighed a bit on her thoughts. Fergus' willingness to give a benefit of a doubt was more in line with her natural thinking. He had not done anything aggressive or hostile towards them. But the last day had done little to let her think naturally. 

She wanted to hear his story, it sounded like a story with some hope in it. He had engaged a larger group of them and was alive. That meant something and there was a reason, maybe fate or the dragons like Fergus said, or blind dumb luck. She thought his being a spy was a stupid idea. With an over powering fast moving force, why would they send a spy after them. They could have just overpowered them. She doubted any of them may have anything they would want, accept for knowledge maybe.

She lulled herself into the moment watching the water and listening to the world around the. She sniffed the air to see what she could smell. Death has a smell of decay and rot. People would be doing that soon. The undead soldiers had a smell to them too. It was an awful smell, unnatural and foul. As Fergus calling out the name "Tepet", it brought her out of searching to see if death was coming back to the now.  

She too would watch and try to see what would happen.